His nerves screamed as he stalked up through the corridors, listening to each door trying to find what he was sent here to kill. He approached the door, noticing the name on it—or lack thereof. Everywhere else had something written on their window. This one had nothing.

His heart pounded as he pushed open the door and opened fire. He screamed to accompany the rhythmic sound of the bullets leaving the gun. He watched his mission be fulfilled. He’d lived all he needed to now. He turned the gun on himself, and all the muscles in his body tensed as the final slug entered his temple. He fell to the ground, leaving only a robotic voice to be a sign of life.

Space cadet, pull out. Space cadet, pull out. Space cadet…