[ WP ] An important press conference , with rows of cameras pointed at you . Dozens of journalists wait with bated breath , until finally you mutter , `` no comment '' into your microphone . The room explodes with excitement . One of them yells , `` this is going to be front page news across the planet ! ''

`` No comment'', I mumble quietly into the microphone. The mass of cameras around me flashes brightly, while the many journalists explode into excitement. Among their voices, I can hear one of them yell `` This is going to be front page news all across the planet!'' Slowly I begin to make my way out of the room, followed by the massive avalanche of common thinkers and curious idiots. One of them asks directly to me `` Sir, please answer just one question! Why did you kill those people? Why did do you that?'' Averting my gaze, I ignore the man's request and head for the exit of the large building. 
 
 The streets contain even more excited citizens, all hoping for me to say something. A large chunk of humans is holding up big, provocative signs and seems to be incredibly enraged. Their voices combine to create one message, addressed only to me: `` Away with the murderer! He killed the president! He killed so many of them!'' 
 
 Among the masses of people trying to get a hold of me, I sneak through the crowd and manage to remove myself from this scene. I had already started to doubt my own actions long ago, but now, with my work complete, regret has fully taken over my consciousness. The people do have a point. Why did I do that? In the end, even though I managed to kill this many political leaders, I still am not able to remember why I did it in the first place. Where did I get this idea from? I never really cared about politics, I think. My train of thought is interrupted by the piercing ringing of my phone. In that moment, I fully understand what this phone call will be about. 
 
 A stern voice asks for me, as I answer the call. `` Sir, we are sorry to say this, but due to your recent success in this operation, you are now a globally wanted criminal accused of mass murder. At this point in time, we can provide you with no support. We do, however, have a suggestion for your next move. Would you like to hear it?'' I look up into the sky and ponder for a short while. Then, in a serious tone, I accept the offer. `` Very well then. We suggest you simply end this all in one shot. If you decide to act upon this idea, a member of our team has already made the arrangements for your final act.'' Hearing those words, I know not to hesitate. `` Please continue'', I say to the man on the phone. `` We have sent the required tools for your departure to your hotel room. When you arrive at the hotel, ask the staff for a black suitcase, a gift from a close friend.'' The call ends at that point. Desperate but determined, I make my way to the hotel. 
 
 Without much trouble, I am able to obtain the black suitcase and am granted full access to a brand-new, silver handgun. The hotel room I had been staying in is very pleasant and has a nice, comfortable bed. I position myself so that I would end up on it. Wondering where my life had gone, where everything I once had now was, why I had become this way, I put the silver pistol against my forehead. In the end I realize, my life does not matter. What matters is merely the success of the operation. And I succeeded. I fulfilled my purpose, although I do not fully grasp what this purpose was. As if throwing out an old, no longer needed tool, I hear the loud bang of the bullet being released from the gun's barrel. 

