Kaveh panted as he glared down at his newly deceased roommate, Al-haitham. He killed Al-haitham for you. One second he was arguing with Al-haitham about who was more deserving of your love and attention and the next he’s standing over his dead body, a bloody Mehrak in hand.

Kaveh felt more guilty about using his automated toolbox than killing his roommate. Kaveh smirked.

“They’re finally all mine.” he murmured.