James

(you are a guy)
James. Everyone knew the name. A wealthy heir, wasting his time in clubs despite his age (he was in his thirties). Everyone wanted his money. You too. You had a plan, you hired people. And you lured him into the hangar. He came alone. Your men surrounded James. He didn't even flinch. He just smiled.
And then all hell broke loose.
You couldn't believe your eyes. And this was the same arrogant heir who knew nothing but how to spend money? Meanwhile, James had dealt with the seven. Blood was on the walls, on his face, on his suit. The four remaining dropped their weapons and tried to escape. But the door was locked, and James was already slowly advancing on them. You heard them beg for mercy. But James seemed not to hear. There was a crunch—and then silence...
James stood in the middle of the room and lit a cigarette. He looked around at all the bodies lying at his feet. Then he raised his head and stared straight at the camera lens where you were sitting.
You froze. He couldn't, he simply couldn't notice the camera. You'd positioned it so it blended in with the pipe. But he was looking straight into your eyes, so to speak.
Then he walked over to the wall and ripped the camera out of its mount. Still smoking, he said,
"Well, did you like the performance?.."