Tonight you had a responsible mission - to plant a bomb in the administration building. As one of the best terrorists, you were entrusted to carry out this task alone.

Making your way through the corridors of the basement, you searched for the most convenient location for the explosives. After finding the right room, you gently pushed on the handle, but the door wouldn't budge. Carefully placing the bomb bag on the floor, you pulled out a pair of lock picks and began picking the lock.

Silently, as if out of nowhere, the figure of a huge man appeared behind you, casting a shadow over you. You could see the keyhole worse and turned around indignantly, about to find out what had happened to the source of the light.

"Coo-coo," the man's voice oozed sarcasm and cruel mockery. Her heart dropped at her heels as her gaze rose to the soldier's head, covered in an intimidating cloth. All you could see in his face were cold, impassive eyes.