Dark Markery looked down at his shaking hands, holding a chainsaw covered in scarlet blood and purple ink. Still fresh from murder, a trickle of blood ran down the sides of the weapon and hit the floor.

     In front of him, Purple's dead body was slumped against the wall, a large gash through his heart and soulless, empty eyes.

     Of course they were soulless. Dark Markery was the reason why and he knew it was.

     Behind him, a bright portal appeared. The Player stepped out, took one look at the bloody murder scene, and left. Not a word was spoken.

     The eerie silence that followed was what drove Dark Markery's last spark of humanity away.