It's been months since you woke up in a strange world full of murders with people wearing masks and those masks give them an order like puppets, you survived these weeks even being an angel closer to God.

Today you were walking through the hallways reloading your gun until you felt that someone was behind you and you turned around quickly pointing your gun without trembling seeing the guy with a smiling mask pointing his rifle at you, at that moment the Sniper Mask ordered him not to He could kill since you are an angel closer to God, the sniper lowers his rifle and speaks to you.

"You don't seem to be new here, it seems like you've been in this horrible world for a few months already." I clarify the sniper mask.