I can't see their face. I can only watch as my body on autopilot butchers this person. Their screams muted and tinny, confined to the background of my awareness as I continue on with my job. I can feel the smile on my face growing the more I cute the more I main. Blood running down the body like a river and it look beautiful to me. Crimson pain showing me the true nature of a person, mortality manifest flowing over my hands as I cut, chop, hack and slice my way through the person in front of me.