Glade stepped out of the forest and into the grassy area. A bullet flew a centimeter in front of his head and shattered a bottle 7 meters to the left. Startled, Glade jumped back and bumped into Anastasia.<br/><br/>"Sorry," he apologized, "but, what was that?" He was referring to the bullet that almost hit him. A woman stepped into the clearing holding a rifle. She wore a purple skirt, a purple shirt, and a yellow and purple striped top hat. The gun had multiple zoom attachments and was well polished.<br/><br/>"Surprised?" she said in an english accent. "You shouldn't be, I never miss my target." She pointed to the shattered bottle with her gun. "I'm Caitlyn, and it's nice to meet you all." The woman, now known as Caitlyn, put her hands on her hips and still held her rifle. Glade just stood there blinking, still shocked by her shot that barely missed him.