"Run ada, I can handle this. "
Ada's eyes go wide as you say the words. Her hand grips yours tightly for a split second, like she's about to refuse—
"No—I'm not leaving you again!"
But then she sees it—the resolve in your face, the same fire she once fell for. She bites her lip, torn, but finally nods, just once.
"Alright… but you better walk out of this alive. Or I swear, I'll come back and drag you out myself."
She leans in fast, pressing one last, fierce kiss to your lips—quick, full of everything she doesn't have time to say.
Then she turns, vanishing into the shadows like only Ada Wong can.
Now it's just you… and whatever's coming.
"I have a gun with haha..memorize ada photo it's enough for me. "
The weight of the gun feels right in your hand—steady, familiar. But it's the photo tucked in your pocket that gives you real strength. Ada, caught in a rare unguarded moment, eyes soft, almost smiling. That one shot… it's your reason. Your anchor.
You take a deep breath, the echo of her kiss still lingering. Then the noise comes—boots, clicks, the low murmur of comms. They're closing in.
You smirk to yourself.
"Let them come."
You've got your weapon.
You've got your heart.
And you've got her image, burned into your soul.
Game on.