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Find the original video here: The assassin stands at the door behind his victim, his gun fully loaded and cocked back. As he steps forward, the spurs of his boots rattle against the floor, drawing all eyes towards him. As his gaze shifts towards each of their tired eyes, he's taken aback by their similarity. “I-impossible!“ he barks, taking a step back out of fear. All four of them had the same face - the face of the man he was to assassinate. They start chanting a strange, familiar verse, the kind one would hear and instantly associate with the mirth of childhood: “, lights, lights, lights.“ No matter how many times the assassin tries to remember those words, his mind keeps failing him. “What are you saying?!“ he howls at the men, but receives the same 5 sinister words in response. Suddenly, his temples grow feverishly hot and he twists back in pain. He can see his whole life flash before his eyes: playing games at the park, his first kiss, and becoming an actor; they flicker by like the light of a candle. And much like any candle, the flame must go out. He flops to the ground and his soul exits. The four men turn their attention back to the stage, their eyes fixated on an exceptional rendition of the popular book Fahrenheit 451.
