As the flash bomb dissipated, the fluorescent lights in the chamber went on again. There, the four elderly men were cowering in fear, whispering to one another.

“This is bullshit. We are all going to die.”

“Since when did Lady Memento start killing people?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you go out there and ask her!”

“We will all be dead if you don’t shut up!”

Suddenly, their greatest fear came to fruition. The attacker was still there, and they were waiting for them to come out of hiding. Standing on the table, the tall assassin stomped on the table three times to get their attention. “Everybody out, now!” the tall assassin demanded.

Gingerly, the elderly men crept up under the table. As they all stood in horror, they all took a good look at their attacker. It wasn't Lady Memento, after all, but it was someone just as deadly as she was. It was a tall, anonymous assassin in all black.

With arms crossed, the tall assassin looked over their next victims. “The meeting isn’t over, and if anybody runs, you all die. Sit down,” the assassin demanded as the elderly men didn’t want to cross him or her. They couldn’t really tell since the assassin used a voice changer to conceal its own. They pretty much knew that he or she was in control and was in no position to take any chances. As they took their seats, the assassin looked around the room.

The tall assassin scoffed at the idea as he addressed them. “What is wrong with you people? Do you honestly believe that I would let you do this to my world? To those who want to live in peace. Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time around… Or maybe the second time. We are sick and tired of being sick and tired… We are not going to take it anymore. We. The people. Will not take it anymore.”

"Oh, I agree with that, sir, m-ma'am. We w-were just—" While one of the stammering elderly men was trying to spare his own life, the masked assassin turned its head towards him, gaining some unwanted attention. The elderly man's anxiety was magnified by a thousand. "We will leave, we promise…"

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This made the assassin laugh. "I know you are going to leave. And you know what, since I am in a giving mood, I want to give you all something before you go. So, here's what I was thinking—" Then abruptly, the assassin pulled the .357 Magnum out of its jacket pocket and shot the same elderly man who was pleading for his life in the forehead while shooting another one in the back twice when he started running away and shot another who was sitting down in the chest.

As they all lay there dead or dying, the remaining petrified man got kicked in the face as he stumbled out of his chair. As he lay flat on his back, the masked assassin jumped off the table and walked over towards him. The assassin leaned over to the bleeding elderly man and straddled him, sitting on his chest.

Looking down on his prey, the masked assassin made a humorous discovery about him, who was nursing a broken nose. “You know, you’re not as stupid as you look?”

“Thanks, I’ll take that as a compliment,” the elderly man accepted.

“Oh, I bet you do. Now more than ever, you do,” the assassin emphasized. “That is why I’m going to let you live.”

The elderly man, being relieved, chuckled at his good fortune. “Much obliged.”

"But I just can't let you go without you doing anything," the tall assassin concluded.

This revelation scared him. “And what’s that?”

The masked assassin leaned over to him, face-to-face. “I want you to send a message. Whether what side you are on, whatever group you are sided with, it doesn’t matter to me. I belong to no side. I am everyone and no one. And we hold you all responsible. I hold you responsible. And so, you won’t forget what I just said…”

Afterward, the masked assassin took out a cloth and a small can of aerosol spray consisting of foam from its jacket pocket. With the aerosol spray, the assassin sprayed the black fabric with yellow foam resembling a smiley face. The assassin even shows its handiwork to the elderly man, who confuses him. "A little visual message of my own. Something that you and everyone else will never forget."

Afterward, the assassin rubbed the cloth with the foam on his face as he screamed bloody murder. It turned out that the foam was a mixture of corrosive ingredients, melting and burning the flesh off his face. Thrashing around in pain, the masked assassin rose from his stomach.

Fulfilling what he or she needed to do, the assassin went over to the corner only to find his belongings in a backpack. First, the assassin immediately called the authorities and reported a shooting in the area. In its bag, the assassin pulled out a makeshift banner drenched in red paint.