And All Things Will End

You slowly make your way toward him. he is occupied with his task, and you time your steps with the slamming of the head against the sawblade. He does not notice you, and when he is in reach you slip the dagger off your belt and casually slit his throat. He has no time to resist, and falls to the ground quietly as blood streams from his throat. He makes no attempt to stem the tide. You look at the unfortunate on the platform, but can glean nothing of note. The man whose throat you slit has a blade with the blood of many people staining it looped on his belt, but by the way it is carried you can tell it is not his. It is possibly the blade of the man whom he was tormenting.

You shrug, and leave the mill.