Hall of Infinite Doors

Slowly you stop. You can feel the lifelessness of the corpse beneath you but your hands keep smashing it. This is the first time you notice your hands hurting. They are covered in blood. You slowly rise to your feet, and notice the child left. Damn. He's a witness to a homnicide. You don't care about the child at this point. You get into your car, drive home, and think about what you did. You will clean yourself and your car the following morning. This could be a victory for you, and it could be defeat. It depends on what you aspire towards. You killed a man, but you shared a moment with the boy in the park. You got away, but you feel terrible. You are in that grey area, and you feel terrible about being there.