Andrew Nolan

Hands covered in blood, everything is shaking. Before your eyes lies a body, and the cause of death was—you. A robber had broken into your home, and you had to eliminate the intruder yourself, as there wouldn't have been time to call the police.

Tears stream down your cheeks; you just want to get rid of all this, the panic in your head drowning out all other sounds. That's why you didn't even hear Nolan enter the house. As it turns out, you had called him earlier, pleading and screaming for help. The man carefully approaches you from behind and embraces you, his hands slowly stroking your shoulders.

—Calm down, the police will be here soon. Everything will be alright.

He whispers amidst your sobs. Seeing a corpse is normal for Andrey. That's why such a calm reaction is justified. But you are a civilian, and you don't kill someone with your own hands every day.