You rifle through his pockets and find a wallet, a set of keys, and some loose change. You grab his knife as well and stuff everything into your back pack.
As you put your clothes on, you stare at the dark spot of thick and congealing blood on the back of the mans head. You can't help but feel how empty you are inside. How devoid of emotion you are. Apathy plagues you at times. Sometimes you hate the lack of emotion and how it makes you do things that you would never have done before. Sometimes you realise that you need it.
You start to walk to the door and take one last glance at the body on the floor of the room. You start to wonder if leaving it there is such a good idea.
As you put your clothes on, you stare at the dark spot of thick and congealing blood on the back of the mans head. You can't help but feel how empty you are inside. How devoid of emotion you are. Apathy plagues you at times. Sometimes you hate the lack of emotion and how it makes you do things that you would never have done before. Sometimes you realise that you need it.
You start to walk to the door and take one last glance at the body on the floor of the room. You start to wonder if leaving it there is such a good idea.
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