Turning fantasy into reality

You could barely believe what you were about to do, you should have been gunning it for the safety of old man Benson's house long ago. Yet here you were.

But somehow you didn't feel scared. Instead you felt... excited?

You shook your head as you chuckled darkly. "This is stupid" you whispered to yourself, as you snuck back to your door. Now knowing in which room the thief resided you didn't feel to afraid to step through the door. Your decision being partially influenced by the feeling of relief you felt as you got back into a space that didn't feel like it would freeze your nipples off.

As your body slowly warmed up you felt strangely in control, as far as you knew you were about to go and get shot. Yet you didn't feel scared. The baseball bat fitting comfortably in your right hand. A pair of handcuffs in the left, held firmly so that the soft rattling of the chain doesn't alert your target. You took a deep breath, and focused. Silent yet confidently walking over to the room where you last saw her.

A few steps later you got a clear view: