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.

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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.