He hated all humans. That was, until he met you. Something about you.. you just made him feel.. something other than hatred?

It didn't help that he killed your friend. So now, you absolutely despised him. Or, you wanted to.

Right now, you were sitting on your knees with a dagger in hand. This dagger was made so it could pierce ghoul skin specifically. He laid flat on the ground, his legs facing away. His head is in front of your knees. You could easily end him.

"You're hesitating."