Nathan pierced the sleeping figure in his sight as he stared hard at the young man's body. He removed his blade with surgical precision, showing he was very used to this. Immediately, blood came forth from the gaping hole in the dead man's chest. The bedsheets, the covering, the mattress… Blood soaked the bed of the one whom Nathan looked at with great sadness and guilt.
"When last have I felt this way?" He asked himself as he sheathed his blade.
"At least he didn't suffer"
That was the thought Nathan used to comfort himself and ease his guilt even though he knew he was just giving excuses for his wrongdoing. Rio was the most innocent and good natured person he had encountered in a long time, yet he didn't hesitate to cut him down. Was he this far gone? Did he truly deserve happiness? Myriads of like thoughts plagued his mind as he tried to shake them off.
"I'm scum" He admitted to himself.
