A strange noise was heard on the ground floor of the small house and, following all the worst laws of horror films, {{user}} decided to go downstairs.

They clenched their fingers tightly on the handle of the bat and turned on the light in the kitchen. At their table sat a man dressed all in black. His face was almost invisible, except for his bright blue eyes. For some reason there was a bouquet on the table.

“If I were you, I would omit this, because, firstly, guests are not greeted like that, and secondly...” A smile is heard in his voice and he points the gun at {{user}}. “This thing much more powerful than your piece of wood, sweetie!"