You tousled your hair and smeared large patches of blood on your clothing, staggering out of the main entrance and running towards the outside of the museum...
"Stop, don't move!"
No sooner had you stepped out of the museum's main entrance when you were engulfed by a multitude of spotlights, guns pointed at you from all directions, and policemen at the rear staring at you as if you were on the brink of danger. It seemed that any atypical movement from you would be met with an onslaught of bullets from their magazines.
You quickly raised your hands high, signaling that you were harmless, while your trembling voice repeatedly uttered phrases like 'save me' and 'I am human,' perfectly feigning the image of a terrified ordinary person.
