Less than a minute after I get into position, the main door flings open.
I canât see it; I can only hear it bang against the wall. What I donât hear is the sound of it closing again.
Heavy footsteps enter the office, and I hold my breath.
Please donât let this be a mistake.
The man stomps to the bathroom door.
It rattles in the frame.
âYou think a little door will stop me?â He chuckles. âThis is just foreplay.â
Thereâs a loud thud as he slams into the door.
I have to slap my empty hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.
Fear courses through my veins.
Iâve never been more scared in my whole life.
I donât want to be alone with this man.
Thereâs a second hit, and the man grunts.
I lower my hand and pull in a deep breath.
A third hit is accompanied by the sound of wood splintering.
âCome out, come out, wherever you are,â he taunts, stepping past the wreckage of the bathroom door.
And thatâs when I climb out from under the desk and run as fast as I can for the open door.
My bare feet slap against the floor as adrenaline spikes through my body.
The man shouts something, having seen me, but I donât look back.
I want to close the office door behind me. I want to lock him inside. But I canât risk slowing down.
The piece of mirror shines in my hand as my arms pump, and I rush through the doorway into the hall.
And thatâs when all hell breaks loose.
Somewhere below me, gunfire erupts.
A lot of gunfire erupts.
Itâs so much. So loud.
I can also hear glass shattering and men screaming, and itâs the best sound Iâve ever heard in my life.
Because it means Hans is here.