One of the bug's antennae flicked at the shadows' presence, making it look around for a moment. It kept its eyes on Midnight afterwards, however, taking a single step forward and huffing out a steady flow of smoke.

Matias arrived to the backyard as told at that very moment. Past Midnight's shoulder he saw the firearm and let out a short, garbled stammer.

"Seriously, boss?!" he hissed, running in front of her. "How many times do I have to tell you that you can't be putting yourself in these kinds of situations right now?!"

The bug didn't move. Not its head nor its gun. It was a tall, angry statue.