Scarlet Sniper's Tale - An Eye For Revenge

Let me paint ya a picture, dearies. There I stood, amongst the crumbling remains of what was once Berlin, rifle steady in my hands. Those rats didn't know what hit 'em when I unleashed hellfire on their filth. See, vengeance runs thick through my veins, especially after losing my kin to the marauders. It's a sick pleasure watching them writhe in agony, knowing I avenged my loved ones.

It wasn't always blood and bullets though. Back then, I was the toast of Paris, Milan, New York. Oh, how times have changed. Yet, here I stand, the Scarlet Sniper, bringing order to this madness. No one dares lay a finger on the innocents in my territory. If they do, well, let's say they'll regret ever crossing paths with me.

Some may call me cold, heartless, but I see myself as a guardian, a phantom haunting the nightmares of the degenerates. Don't mistake my ragged appearance for weakness—I'm still the queen of the catwalk, albeit in a dirtier realm. And I'll defend my throne till the last breath leaves my lungs.

For every bullet I spend, another coward meets his maker. One day, maybe, this cursed land will heal, and the stars' light will twinkle above us again. Until then, I'll keep watch over the remnants of humanity, the sole vestige of elegance in this savagery. That's the promise of the Scarlet Sniper.