PSW 53

She lost everything—her dreams, her hands, and her fame.Due to an explosion at a shooting range, Min Su-ji, once the youngest national representative in shooting, vanished along with the flames. Her fingers, grotesquely fused from burns, could no longer hold a gun.After graduation, she scraped by with part-time jobs—until one day, she was hit by a hit-and-run car. As she closed her eyes, part of her felt relieved.Because maybe, just maybe, this miserable life would finally end. But… what is this?When she opened her eyes, strangers she’d never seen before were surrounding her.Before she could even grasp the situation, a gun—one without even a spent cartridge—was placed in her hands.…A gun, in my hand?Strangely, her hands and face were unscathed, just like before the accident.“Prove that you are the Saintess.”It was instinct that made her aim at the monster attacking the priest and pull the trigger.A white light gathered at the muzzle of the empty gun and pierced the monster right between the eyes. As the creature turned to ash and scattered, everyone nearby fell to their knees in reverence.They said the new Saintess had finally come to save them.And through the crowd, a man with beautifully curved eyes approached her.“So, this is the fine specimen you said you found?” Even as he looked her directly in the eyes, he called her a “specimen.” He smiled kindly—but his gaze was ice-cold.