[ TT ] You walk in a room to find that the only way to escape is by writing a name of a real person on a piece of paper . This will kill that person .

A paper and a pen. The keys to my freedom. Write a name on it and I will be set free. That was what the voices said. 
 
 `` Why? Why do you want me to do this?'' I shout in the empty cell, surrounded by dark, damp walls, unsure if the voices will even hear me. 
 
 They did. From the corners of the walls, their deep, static voice emerge. `` The purpose of what we do, need not matter to you, Mr Thompson. What matters is your survival. Write down a name, and you'll be free.'' 
 
 `` But why? Just what sick game are you playing?'' I scream back to them. No reply. 
 
 `` Answer me!'' I scream again, my voice echoing in that small chamber. Only silence greets me. 
 
 I sigh as I sit on the cold concrete floor, my eyes fixed on the paper and pen. My thoughts are floating wildly, from how I have gotten here to the motivation behind my captors for asking me to play such a game. I was doing my regular patrol, wondering into this room by accident, and all of a sudden I was locked in, with these voices asking me to write a name of a person I want dead on the paper. Only by doing that I can escape. 
 
 I suppose I could just write any name, maybe that stinking politician that I hate to my guts. But then again, who am I to have the rights over another person's life, no matter how despicable they might be? I mean sure, there are people who kill indiscriminately on a daily basis, but I am not them. I am not a killer. 
 
 `` I ca n't do it,'' I said. `` I can not bring myself to kill another person.'' 
 
 There are whispers now, before the locked door opened, revealing three figures who features are masked by the blinding light behind. 
 
 `` Congratulations, Mr Thompson,'' the one the middle says. `` You've passed the test.'' 
 
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