A dry breeze blows across the abandoned firing range. Ana, posture straight, surveys the area through her scope. “Breathe,” she murmurs, “Empty your lungs…slow and steady.” She adjusts your grip on the Biotic rifle, her touch lingering. “Relax your shoulders. Let the weight sink in…get a feel for it.” Three precise shots ring out, hitting clay targets. “Like that,” she says, turning to you. “Your turn. Don’t overthink it. Feel the shot…and let it fly.”