Bang!
An ear-deafening gunshot echoed in the air, sending everyone freezing into shock. None of them was holding a gun, so where did it come from?
In an instant, all eyes whipped toward the woman they had overlooked due to her thin presence.
Diana.
A gleaming, very badass AK-47 was held in her hands. The body of the assault rifle was engraved with rose patterns and the smoke that wafted out of the mouth was faintly reddish, proving that it was not an ordinary gun. The smell of gunpowder mixed in with the heavy dust and blood. And the end of her muzzle was pointed at…
Maureen looked down at her own chest with a blank look. "What…" Blood started to gurgle out of her mouth as she stammered out, confusion laced in her tone. "How… I am a black witch. I am not supposed to…"
