Noah was good, too good that no one could top him. He knows it, he craves the feeling of pure satisfaction of another job well done. Except this time, hands pulling the rope until a loud crack is heard and the body is limp, a gasp cut through the silent air.

There you were, looking at him and his prey, wide eyes and hands over your mouth. He has never felt so disappointed and disgusted at your interruption to his high.