Day 3.
Very early in the morning.
A figure stood in front of a door, a gun in hand. Watching the red sunlight of dawn stream in through the windows.
Everyone was asleep. The figure had made sure.
Cock the gun. Screw the silencer tight on the barrel.
Knock on the door.
“Who is it?” a voice answered.
A light sleeper. The figure had researched everything beforehand.
Knock again.
“Whoever it is, I don’t think it’s safe to be outside right now. You better go back to your room.”
Knock again. Rapidly. Almost frantic.
“Alright, I’m coming.”
A shuffling sound came from the room. Then footsteps. The sound of the lock turning. Then the door opened.
“I swear, if it's … you?!”
The figure raised their armed hand, finger on the trigger of the gun, and the barrel aimed at the forehead. Wide, shocked eyes stared from below the barrel.
“I thought -”
The figure nudged the gun ever so slightly. The room's occupant stepped back impulsively. The silencer on the gun would deaden the noise but not completely silence it. With the occupant a bit further away from the door, the figure stepped inside. The door may leak the sound but the walls wouldn't.947Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfCam24XAdd
"Why me?"947Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaRTWzLLAOt
Ashen face. Confusion. Indignation. Fear.947Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvopekWIxTj
Pull the trigger.
Bang.
Death.
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