You were on your way to your office. As you entered the building you were met by 5 guns. "We ain't open yet." A man growled as he pressed a handgun to your head. "We'll let corpses inside though." Said another man. He had a sawed-off shotgun at your's chest. One was standing right in front of you with a long-barreled gun pointed right between your eyes. Your were deadlocked. If you attacked any one of them, the others would immediately open fire. You didn't react. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife as five index fingers tightened around their triggers.

Bang!

A hollow blast echoed through the street. You stood stock-still as numerous bloodlike streams slid down your head- from multicolored party streamers. "Happy one-year Port Mafia anniversary, {{user}}!" Albatross yelled and hugged you.