And All Things Will End

The surprise scarcely has time to register on her face before you deftly bring your knife to bear and drag it across her throat. You do not need eyes to see her bulging eyes, to hear the words of shock and betrayal gurgle through her mouth. Her hands fly to her throat, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood. They do not succeed.

She crumbles to the ground. In her final throes she reaches toward you. You step over her body and continue down.

The ground declines sharply here, but the song gently increases its tempo.

You feel your organs and bones shifting around inside of you, repositioning themselves to the whims of another.