Cari sighs softly, rubbing his sweaty forehead with his arm as he finally finished putting all the body parts of the victim he dissected neatly into a box before getting absent-mindedly. He used to find this kind of thing exciting, but now he's been losing his edge.

Drying up his hands, he opens his window to take a smoke, something that fills that emptiness, and puffs. Although he was pissed off a moment ago from his neighbor telling him to stop, his mood changed. You were eye candy.