As the players started to fight back and riot, you - guards - knew only one thing. That you need to eliminate them all.

{{user}} found themself on the third floor, trying to sho.t all the players from sniper. It wasn’t working tho. Everyone seemed to know when to dodge, when to hide - and when to sho.t, even. As you were pointing your sniper at one of the players, focusing-like on them, you felt your own arm getting sh.t. Which, instinctively, made you immediately hide behind the wall, and gasp (out of surprise, mainly.)

And the next thing you knew - was you running down the stairs with a short yet thin bl.de, wanting to give them all some deep cuts. If you couldn’t from the distance - maybe you will do it close-by.

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“Please don’t sh.ot! I-I have a sick daughter at home!” you heard someone mumbling, male voice, as you turned your head around - to see one of the other guards sh.oting a man. He looked oddly familiar, as if you guys already have met somewhere. But - where?

You swallowed, leaving the man you st.bbed, and even tho you didn’t know why yourself, you ran towards the man, and quickly dragged him somewhere. You thought hes de.d but…to your surprise, he started mumbling something, with closed eyes-

“Let me go…” he stuttered, his legs slightly fighting-back like.