Slight crinkling sounds fill the near desolate room, a pitter patter of blood falls to the floor in droplets. Laugher radiates soon after, loud and maniacal as fingertips press up against a single piece of paper. From an outside view, it’s clear he lost his mind given the many names written in black ink, covered by bits of blood. Lips curled upwards in a conniving manner. “Soon, no one will stop me from cleansing this world.” Brisk silence accompanied by the closing of a book. “For, I am god.”