It was night that day, and the surroundings were dark and quiet. The guard was busy checking every room, like he has been doing every day.

Given that there was no one at the gate, a middle-aged man quietly entered. With his trembling body and wide, nervous eyes, he was carrying a pointed thing with him that obviously looked like a weapon. He roamed his eyes around the buildings that were surrounding him and stopped when he found a room with open lights.

"Good for that fucking bitch," he said in his mind. He wasted no time and immediately headed to where that room was. 

"Hey, who are you? What are you doing here?" Unlucky for the middle-aged man, the guard found him while going upstairs. His right eye closed as the guard pointed his flashlight at him. The guard scanned him and saw what he was carrying. "Go back and don't come here. That thing in your hand is prohibited here, and it's already late."

What the guard said quickly got into the middle-aged man's nerves. "Yeah, it's late. It's too late for you, too, to run."

The guard was not dumb enough for him not to realize what he meant by that, but before he got to run away, the knife was already entrenched in his stomach.