I found myself cornered at a special gallery walk. At the end of it were two corridors, one a blank white end and the other the exit.


    As I hurriedly ran towards the obvious way, the sound of a reloading handgun echoed.


    Beads of sweat dripped down my forehead and I narrowly swerved the corner and hide out behind the corner. It was hide or die.


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    The murderer was playing around with the weapon. A death flag was already in my sight.


    It was already over the moment it began.


    As I sneakily looked towards the front, the shadow grew longer and closer. I tried to make a counter ambush.


    Then I got tapped on my shoulder, my forehead came into full contact with the handgun. I never remembered what came next, except an excruciating scream and a continuation of time skipped.


    I was killed by myself.


    Mission success.