A dead body in a bed, AND you're hung over!

You feel something weighing you down, and pressing against your leg in your pocket. You half expect it to be some kind of revolver. Rather, it's a 1 inch kitchen knife, you'd already planned on killing them man that had watched you walk out of your room with bloody clothes and a suspicious face. You now know how. You stab him straight in the stomach without hesitation, he gasps, leaning over, his head slumped over your shoulder. You feel the blood gushing out of his body, his trembling, quaky jaw as it rests uncomfortably on your shoulder. You finally let him fall, a furious expression on your face. He slumped to the ground, clutching his stomach, wheezing, you left before he took his last breath.


Thinking about it, a lot of people saw you as you walked out of your room. You wonder why it was him that you had just taken out, was it because he was asian? You recall a lost memory of making fun of asian kids in your school years for an absolute unknown reason.


What do you do next?