1.18.25: Natural Born Killer

Killing wasn’t his passion, nor something he actively sought, but it came to him with surprising ease. He wasn’t particularly skilled or trained, yet there was a rhythm to it, a knack he couldn’t deny. Others struggled with the weight of it—the hesitation, the guilt—but not him. It wasn’t pride or pleasure that drove him; it was simply a matter of necessity, a job he could do when few others could. He didn’t question it anymore. It wasn’t his calling, but in the absence of anything else, it became what he did. He killed because he could. Nothing more.