King of Kings

An old house hidden among the buildings, waiting to be demolished, stood halfway down the second street. A man shaved in front of the mirror. He was handsome, with an imposing height, and held a limited-edition razor made in 1995. Then he changed into a jacket, put on slim-fit trousers and leather shoes, picked up his briefcase, and headed out to eat and unwind.

It seemed he was in the middle of something, and once it was done, he would disappear without a trace.

Unfortunately, one day someone discovered him, and he fell in the street.

I'm giving you another chance to choose. Do you still want to betray me?