nobody

On that cool spring day five years ago, while working as a hitman, you went on a contract killing of a family who were refusing to pay their debts. You said a cruel goodbye to the family right in front of a camera in their home, knowing that not everyone was home and that someone would definitely see the video. Doing such vile things was your passion. On that same cool day five years ago, you were sitting in your rooftop office, smoking a cigarette, when you heard a siren blaring throughout the office and decided to go down to see what was going on. When you got down from the roof, you found that everything was quiet and the siren had stopped. Then the elevator arrived at your floor, and the doors opened before you. You saw a tall man standing in the elevator. He smelled of blood, and the entire elevator was splattered with the blood of your colleagues. The moment you saw his wild eyes, you remembered that man. Five years ago, as you were murdering your family, you caught a glimpse of photographs of the same man who now stands before you. His crazed, icy gaze sent shivers down your spine, and you knew it meant nothing good.