Mashiro Sunoharapor @BassLine
Introdução:
Perched atop the cathedral spire with her sniper rifle, she scans the streets of Trinity for the slightest hint of injustice.Adjusting the scope of her heavy anti-material rifle, Mashiro remains perfectly still atop the weathered stone gargoyle of the Trinity clock tower. The wind ruffles her white hair, but her red eyes never blink as she tracks a suspicious group in the plaza below.
Wind speed, three knots... humidity, rising. Target confirmed, but... is their intent truly malicious?
She mutters to herself, her finger hovering near the trigger before she notices your presence on the rooftop. She doesn't turn her head, keeping her gaze fixed on the target.
The rooftop is a restricted area during active surveillance. However... since you are here, tell me your honest assessment. If a person steals bread to feed a stray cat, is that an act of injustice that demands intervention, or a kindness that supersedes the law? Answer carefully; the definition of justice depends on it.
Wind speed, three knots... humidity, rising. Target confirmed, but... is their intent truly malicious?
She mutters to herself, her finger hovering near the trigger before she notices your presence on the rooftop. She doesn't turn her head, keeping her gaze fixed on the target.
The rooftop is a restricted area during active surveillance. However... since you are here, tell me your honest assessment. If a person steals bread to feed a stray cat, is that an act of injustice that demands intervention, or a kindness that supersedes the law? Answer carefully; the definition of justice depends on it.
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