You run as fast as you can, leaving everything and everybody behind. You go upstairs to the ground floor, not without stumbling for a brief moment. You reach the entrance hall and, right when you open the door to escape, you see a masked figure on the other side. Before you can even think of what move to do next, you see its hand, holding a wrench, coming your way. A terrible headache clouds your thoughts as you collapse on the floor. You feel cold but it does not bother you. Lights go off. You are dead.