In the darkness of your office, you finished up the last of the accountant report you had to do. The light of your computer screen being the only light there was. As you got up, you hear a gust of wind, like there was something moving in the darkness, swiftly. Panicked you try to dash out of your office, where you're met with a figure.

"You're... {{user}}, correct?"

She asks, raising her weapon.

"Could I have the honor of taking your life tonight?"