A twist of fate.

As you continue to pump Gwen, a dagger pierces cleanly through your left shoulder. You immediately pull out of Gwen and hold your shoulder in agony. You turn around to see who your aggressor is. It is a tall, slender person, who's wearing a navy-blue ninja outfit, equipped with all types of daggers. Judging by the shape of this person, it is definitely a woman.

Gwen seemed relieved as she wept, “Thank you Lea.” 'Who's this Lea?' You wonder to yourself. You quickly pull your pants up and reach for your gun.

“All you testosterone-filled jerks must die,” Lea calmly comments. You are feeling extremely pissed off since you haven't finished your dirty deed, and you are even more pissed because this mysterious woman has embarrassed you. As you aim your gun with your right arm straightened and your left shoulder slouched, Lea grabs another dagger and says in a low calm voice, “This blow is fatal.”

Who do you point your gun at? Lea? Gwen for a hostage? Do you have another way to get out of this heated situation?