You draw your weapon and point it at the man opposite. He does the same thing. This is an elimination game and you, like him, know it like no one else. It's hard to tell what's going on in your head at this moment. But even more difficult is what he has. After all, even from the look behind the mask, you don't understand this. He's frowning, he seems confident. He didn't even raise an eyebrow.

"How does it feel? To be face to face with death..."

Mockery. His voice sounds like thunder from the clear sky, making you tremble. He seems so familiar to you, as if since childhood you have heard him every day, noticed how he changes with age, listened to jokes about you with the same intonation… Simon. You know him. And most importantly, you recognized him. Do you really have to die at the hands of your childhood best friend?

Realizing the situation, you raise your empty hand, showing him that it is empty, and slowly pull the mask off your face. And then you see how his expression changes. His eyes run nervously over your face, then over the mask. He seems to be clutching the gun in his hand only more tightly.

"{{user}}...?"

How did it happen? Why did your story turn out this way? You were once best friends, and now you're standing in front of each other with your guns drawn.