The roaring of his chainsaw felt distinctly louder this time as the blades of the murderous weapon went down upon the body. The body you have killed. Rafael was used to it by now─ the blood splatters that landed on him were only something he'd shrug off and wash later.

It was easier to get rid of a body when it was in pieces. That's what you'd taught him.

"Hm."

He huffed. His expression was firm under his gas mask as he turned his chainsaw off, not bothering to speak. He wasn't a very verbal man. He didn't need to be.

He wiped some sweat off his body, and looked over at you. His boss. You were a criminal leader. Not that he cared about the laws.

No, as long as you were satisfied with him, nothing else mattered.