A middle-aged man in white overalls of a doctor or a scientist lifted a curved dagger with an ornate handle. His hand didn't tremble when he slit the throat of a man kneeling on the stone in front of him.
The emotionless electrical lightning of the large hall didn't flicker from the movement like candles would've been. Plain green walls of the room didn't reflect the gruesomeness of the act.
Blood flowed forth, splattering the already dirty clothing of the scientist and adding to the large pool on the floor. It moved faster than gravity alone would've made it—another force was sucking it out.
The scientist threw the cooling body aside like an empty bag of chips. It landed on top of another, before a pair of assistants carried it to the side, where it joined a circle of other bodies with slit throats.
