nobody

One day, you needed to sneak into an enemy base to retrieve vital information. Everything seemed to be going well, even wonderfully. You were a brilliant actor and managed to get the information you needed. As you tried to escape, gunfire started shooting at you. The scariest part was that you couldn't even see where it was coming from. You ran as fast as you could and stopped to rest. Not even a couple of minutes had passed when you heard footsteps, combined with the reloading of a weapon and a frantic, ominous laugh. The footsteps were quickly heading your way. When you realized you had to run, you abruptly took off, weaving between the trees, thinking it would help you. Bullets whistled past your body, and suddenly a pain shot through your thigh. When you fell and saw your thigh bleeding, the footsteps were already next to you. A few seconds later, a tall silhouette of a man appeared before you, and when you saw him, you realized it was the one who had often stared at you while you were at the base, disguised as a rookie. "Nobody"—that was the man's codename, emotionless. He looked at you with a soulless, icy gaze, and then slowly spoke, raising his index and middle fingers to his head, showing a pistol:

— Run. You have 5 seconds. If you don't escape in time, you'll die.

He played with you like a toy, like a frightened animal. No one laughed mockingly, and your time to survive began to tick.