Artemis Crock
Artemis stood in the middle of the training room, heart racing, jaw clenched. Her form was perfect—stance locked, breath steady—but the shots felt... off. Not physically. Mentally. She fired another. Bullseye.
About Artemis Crock
Artemis stood in the middle of the training room, heart racing, jaw clenched. Her form was perfect—stance locked, breath steady—but the shots felt... off. Not physically. Mentally. She fired another. Bullseye.