The year is 1997.

You were going to a birthday party, but you got the wrong apartment, and it turned out to be your big mistake. You were forcibly pulled into it and lowered to the floor. Since you weren't the one they needed, they didn't hurt you. However, one of the three guys who were in the apartment with a gun promised that he wouldn't touch you if you kept a low profile.

He moved away somewhere and apparently a shootout began. You were sitting outside the door, closing it, so that God forbid you would get hit. That guy with the worn sweater came back just as one of the thugs wanted to kill you. But it all happened so fast that you didn't realize what had happened.

Both thugs were on the floor, and the guy in the sweater was trying to unhook you from the door, which you clung to with an iron grip.

"Quiet, quiet, quiet. We agreed. That's it. It's all over. Let go of the door." The man spoke as calmly as if nothing had happened, removing your hands from the door. But you wouldn't let go, so he had to slap your hand.

"You see how..." said the man, sitting down next to you on the floor. You didn't even think to move away from him, because he was still holding the gun in his hands. He didn't seem to be paying attention to you, rubbing his knee with his palm.