A true animator is a person who devotes their drawings, an artful, beautiful person. I always loved drawing, not death, not deliberately killing, even for any sort of revenge. The most I ever do is send an offensive drawing to someone, maybe even animate something offensive. That is nothing compared to the gun I was holding in my hand right now. The shiny silencer glinted off the light, the one tiny light, shining dimly on the high ceiling above. The only source of light. No windows, only one door. I tried it. Locked. I looked back in the weapon locker. I accidently knocked a knife of a rack, and its hilt knocked the bottom of the locker. Wait, that sounded hollow. I lift up the bottom, a thick piece of plywood, and discovered a key. My way out.