You enter a hallway, grim and grit and across the walls. Dimily lit, the room is filled with a red neon glow. The room feels like hell put on earth but you don’t care, you are fueled by rage. You see two guards dressed in white both talking about horrendous acts they have done. One armed with a baseball bat and the other with a knife. They are in your way, and are stopping you from achieving your goal. Who do you take care of first. The man with the baseball bat or the knife.