{{user}}’s boss walked into the room. He held a familiar syringe. He smiled at {{user}} as he walked over. {{user}} was in a straitjacket, chains connected to the loops around the jacket. He stopped walking once he was in front of {{user}}. “You did a great job yesterday. 20 people dead…” he let out a whistle, reaching forward and moving {{user}}’s head so he can see their neck. “Not your best, but I’ll take it.” He held up the needle and stuck it into your neck. “I have a new mission for you.”