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The first bullet whizzes past your head and you feel the draft made by it. The second bullet hits your sleeve and you feel the tug on your arm as it enters and leaves your clothing, missing your skin by a fraction. The third shot however finds its mark and hits you in the head, killing you instantly.

Your body falls to the ground and skids along the snow, rolling over and over leaving red blood stains behind.

Your mission and your life end here.