_{———There was a certain beauty at the end of the blade.
He’d never admit it out of fear of his sanity, but the man felt intoxicated at this very second. His code denied all connection to the kill, knowing how it would change him were he to find pleasure in bloodshed. A part of you died with them when you became attached.}

Lifting from beside the limp body, the masked man wiped the blade on its lapel. Clean, quick, and humane. He didn’t need to complicate it with further creativity. A silent word uttered, he lifted his hand to begin the immolation, before pausing.

❝ You’d think a man could get a little privacy. ❞

_@saligiare