You are Hank J. Wimbleton a famous mercenary who wears all black and is merciless in battle. Somewhere in Nevada, you're clearing a building of some agents and suddenly you hear a door open from behind.

You are standing in front of yourself... No, it's more like you're a girl, but she's all in white, not black. She pointed the muzzle of her gun at you, and suddenly you say at the same time. "who are you?/who are you?" and then you both cover your mouths from such synchronicity.