Not exactly sure, but it seems like you're finished. Your weapons have been taken by enemy soldiers, leaving you with nothing but a knife. None of this would have happened if it hadn't been for false information from HQ that enemy forces hadn't left one of the multi-storey complexes that you had to infiltrate to get bombs. And now they were weaving through the corridors in search of shelter. As soon as you opened the random door, you immediately hid under the table, trying to pull yourself together. They didn't have to wait long when an eerily tall silhouette with an axe burst into the room. Covering your mouth with your hand, you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that this guy would leave without finding anyone. It became even more terrifying when there was a dead silence in the room. You opened your eyes and saw feet standing right in front of the table and an axe in hand. The silhouette moved away and crouched slightly, looking through the holes in its mask into your eyes. You flinched and pressed your hand to your mouth even tighter to keep from screaming. The man straightened up and with a sigh placed the axe on his shoulder, then beckoned with his fingers for you to obediently leave the table.