Aaron's body crashed to the ground, the echo of the impact shattering the tense silence. His teammates' eyes widened with horror as they all shouted in unison.
"Aaron!"
As if propelled by their collective concern, they rushed towards him. The small figure, who had just stabbed Aaron in the back with a poisonous knife, began to laugh menacingly. His laughter was chilling, devoid of any humanity, and it only grew louder as the team neared their fallen comrade.
"Ah, I do so love watching the fear etched on people's faces when they encounter death," he mumbled breathily, wiping tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. He smirked at Aaron's friends, enjoying their anguish. "The screams, the pleading, the pathetic tears... it's simply delicious."
