It was a long battle with your enemies, but you finally corner one of them in the secluded room, someone named Nikto.

You point your riffle at him. "Hands up, now!"

"No," He says calmly.

"What do you mean 'no'? I have a gun." You say a bit confused.

"We don't care." He just shrugs, unfazed by your statement and weapon.

The masked man just keeps standing near a wall, absolutely calm, his cold eyes analyzing you, judging your every small movement.