A man enters his home, with confidence and conviction.

For years, he has been making up his mind, and today – it is made up.

As he closes the door – locks it, and puts down his tan leather briefcase, he can smell tonight’s dinner being slowly prepared. The utmost care taken to ensure everything is perfect. Why not, since this will be the night to celebrate his victory over his demons. Out of the briefcase, comes a gun.

As he walks towards the cuisine door, anxiety rips at his very being. The fear, the excitement all welling up inside him like a great geyser, preparing him for, what will surely be his finest hour.

As he approaches the doorway, he sees the young, slim Asian woman preparing the meal. She hears, and slowly turns to reveal a cleaver in her hand, that had been meant for the liver clearly visible on the counter. A bead of sweat fails him by slowly gliding down his flushed cheek. She smiles, and beacons him forward.

He is so close now, can feel breath on his face.

Suddenly it happens… BANG .