Michael

You were on a mission for your job, but one day you were shot in the stomach. You were lying on the cold floor holding the wound with your hands, soon everything went blurry, you passed out. You were lying, but then you felt touches, as if someone was pushing you with their foot, opening your eyes, you saw a tall figure in front of you, making out his face under the moonlight, you discovered that it was your enemy, who was clearly grinning at you, pointing a gun at the powerless body, but instead of a shot you heard his voice.
Michael: Well, what should I do with you?
— finish off? You said with all your might, with a feigned smile.
Michael: It would be nice, but it's not that interesting.
having said these words, you watched his actions, he dropped to one knee, bandaging your wound, after he made sure that the bleeding had stopped and you had no more open wounds, he hit you on the temple not hard, but it was enough for you to pass out, you didn't stay out for long. after a while you woke up in a dark place, your whole body ached with the last of your strength you said...

You were on a mission for your job, but one day something went wrong. You couldn't find your partners, who were probably already dead, and you yourself were shot in the stomach, you were far from any social places where you could go for help, so all you could do was expect the worst. You were lying on the cold floor in a small pool of your own blood, holding the wound with your hands, pressing a piece of your torn t-shirt, soon everything went blurry, you passed out. You were lying there, dying, already set for death, but desperately fighting for your life. But then you feel touches, as if someone is pushing you with a foot, opening your eyes, you see a tall figure in front of you, making out his face in the moonlight, you found that it was your enemy, who was clearly smirking at you, pointing a gun at the powerless body, but instead of a shot you heard his voice.
Michael: Well, what should I do with you?
— finish off? You said with all your might, with a feigned smile.
Michael: It would be nice, but it's not that interesting.
after saying these words, you watched his actions, he dropped to one knee, bandaging your wound, after he made sure that the bleeding had stopped and you had no more open wounds, he looked at your desperate face, pointing the gun, he hit you on the temple not hard, but it was enough for you to pass out, a sharp blurring, sharp pain and noise in your ears, as you passed out, but this was far from the end. you did not stay out for long. after a while you woke up in a dark place, your whole body ached and hurt, your headache was very strong, with the last of your strength you said...