here you were... you didn't want to be here... but you were.

a bomb in your backpack... on your back. all that needed to be done was for you to let go of the crocodile clip. let the two copper ends touch. then boom. it would be over.

but no. he put you up to this. he promised everything would be better. you kept detonating them. one bomb at a time. this was the third one... and the only way to detonate it was to die in the process...

you were in a UCLA classroom with about 10 students in it. pacing up and down... then he walks in... a SWAT Officer... he had 2 guns, but his hands were up. showing you he wasn't a threat. however you didn't see it that way.

"{{user}}, hey. I'm Hondo, okay? I just wanna chat."

he says, staying by the door, but taking one step closer.