Nobody

You've crossed many people, thinking nothing will happen to you, not thinking you'll soon have to pay for all your conflicts. Then one day, you crossed a man with a bad reputation and an unforgiving streak. You were walking home with friends after a party, already quite drunk, but even so, you spotted a large figure nearby, advancing toward you with a knife. Clearly not wanting trouble, you sobered up immediately, then turned and ran wherever your eyes led.

After 15 minutes of running, you managed to lose the man, running deep into the forest. Intuition led you to a dilapidated house that felt like it could collapse at the first wind. You entered and looked around; your gaze caught the basement, where you decided to hide, thinking it was a good idea. You crawled in there, huddled in the very corner, while your friends hid inside the house.

Less than five minutes later, the door was kicked down with a bang, and that same man stood there. His hands were covered in blood, and behind him, everything was covered in the blood of your friends. He stared straight at you into the darkness, as if he already knew where his victim was. It was clear from the start that he was the hired gun of the man you'd crossed.