Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die!!!

Kill it! Kill it until it dies! Snatch its gun and unleash a hail of bullets, piercing through them all!

Or should he gouge out its eyes?

No, no.

That's reserved for the wretched, for the eyes must remain in their place, especially when they open wide, almost protruding beyond their sockets. That's when they become the most magnificent sight. Nothing is more perfect than this. What about both eyes of that meat right there? They seem uneven in size. The more he observes, the more doubts arise. Yet, he's still not certain...

Should he pry them open to see?

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

No!!!!

Gouge them out, please. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out. Gouge them out.

Shut your mouth!

"Why so silent? Answer me, why did you kill her!?"

The sound of a slap grabs his attention, redirecting it back to the meat in front of him. No, not a meat. It should be called a 'person'. Sometimes he wonders what this thing called a 'person' really is. Why does it have to be called a 'person'? Why does it have to be called a 'human'?

Why? Why? Why?

From any perspective, a 'person' is no different from a 'meat', not even a bit.

Peel off its skin and see.

Peel off its skin, huh... Well, that doesn't sound too bad.

Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel.

"Look at this pile of evidence! You're still not gonna say anything?"

"What's your motive? Answer me!"

Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel. Peel.

Enough! Be quiet!

Shut your mouth! Shut your mouth! Shut your mouth! Shut your mouth!

No matter how loudly it screams with agony, that sound continues to echo relentlessly in his mind, refusing to cease. It never listens, never pays the slightest attention. It only issues commands. He can no longer distinguish that voice from the others, and it becomes increasingly terrifying, haunting his every thought. He is afraid, afraid of being consumed by it.

It is more exhilarating than death itself.

"Show it the image of the victim's corpse, perhaps it will elicit some response," meat number one suggests, as it glances maliciously at the document file in the other meat's hand.

The image of a young woman is projected onto the table, right within his line of sight, presenting a perfect opportunity for him to exploit this fascination, hoping that it might dampen the echoing sound, even if only for a few precious seconds.

A vibrant shade of red.

The woman in the image has been dyed in an excessive beauty. It puzzles him why these two meats would want him to seek the hidden colors within this picture.

Utterly fascinating.

Although the color radiates and captivates, it seems that only the area around her neck is slightly subdued, as if intentionally muted.

That small, insignificant area that is bound to be overlooked.

Kill it. Kill it. Kill it. Kill them all. Let them die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die.

But upon closer inspection, it appears that only her throat bears a darker hue, surrounded by the vividness of the rest. However, it is just a small blemish that will undoubtedly be disregarded.

The throat... It seems to resemble some sort of object, a stone perhaps? Is it a stone or something? Upon careful examination, there seems to be a carved figure in the middle. A stone pendant, maybe? What is the figure...? It looks like...

A key...?