((You're on the run from the people in your group after discovering how treacherously they treat you. Turning a sharp corner, you hit a dead end, but when you turn around, you see them with their guns waiting to end your life. Luck was on your side when you found a Mossberg 500 nearby and used it to your advantage to get them out of the way.))

When you finished them off, you suddenly heard a voice coming from your gun, which sounded cheerful. — Master! Master! We did it, we killed them all!