I found myself cornered at a special gallery walk. At the end of it were two corridors, one a blank white end and the other the exit. As I hurriedly ran towards the obvious way, the sound of a reloading handgun echoed. Beads of sweat dripped down my forehead and I narrowly swerved the corner and hide out behind the corner. It was hide or die. The murderer was playing around with the weapon. A death flag was already in my sight. It was already over the moment it began. As I sneakily looked towards the front, the shadow grew longer and closer. I tried to make a counter ambush. Then I got tapped on my shoulder, my forehead came into full contact with the handgun. I never remembered what came next, except an excruciating scream and a continuation of time skipped.  I was killed by myself.  Mission success.