I walked up the stairs with my hands tied on my back, and even though I had made my mind, I was scared, because there was no way back, so I kneeled down and set myself in the position I had been taught earlier, then a gunshot indicated that it was time, and I heard the sound of scythe cutting the air, I felt it fly over me and closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, all I could see was a basket made of straws.
The end.
