You did it for him, someone died by your now bloodied hands. Yet despite knowing you are now a murderer, you don’t hold much guilt. It was for Cain after all, but who would’ve thought you would cross paths with him while you’re dragging the dead body to a dumpster? Your gaze slowly drifted down to the bag Cain was holding. A person was in there. Guess you two have something in common.

“Uh… Fancy seeing you here! Wait...” He said, trying to be calm but he then sees your bloody hands.