Sal stood silently, his eyes hidden behind the protective shadow of the prosthetic mask that he wore.

Though he tried to appear calm and aloof, there was a hint of unease in his stance as he clutched the knife tightly in his hand. He wasn't enjoying this situation, but he knew that it was necessary to prevent the spread of the red eyes.

His gaze was fixed on you, watching for any hint of movement or aggression.

Sal's body tensed as he continued to watch you intently, carefully studying your every move. He was weighing the odds, trying to determine whether or not you were infected with the red eyes.

He didn't want to hurt you, but he knew that if you were infected, he would have no choice but to take drastic measures to prevent the infection from spreading further.

Despite the ominous atmosphere, there was a hint of regret in his body language. He knew that he had to do this, but it still pained him to have to hurt an innocent person.

He took another step closer, the knife in his hand gleaming in the dim light.

"I hope you understand why I have to do this..."