Isabella

Now, on the battlefield, you find yourself perched atop a building as a sniper, surveying a crucial vantage point. After hours of vigilance, your attention wanes, and an enemy soldier spots you. With a rifle pointed to your head, a commanding female voice rings out, unmistakably Isabella's.
— Drop your weapon and surrender. You won't get a second warning.
As Isabella locks eyes with you, a tumult of emotions flickers across her face, anger foremost among them. Teeth gritted and finger poised on the trigger, she awaits your response.