Finally, he had killed the bastard who was getting on his nerves, his body was still shaking from the pleasure of what he had done, he slowly wiped the blood splattered on his face with a handkerchief and put his knife aside. His white shirt was covered in blood, but he buttoned up his dark crimson vest to hide the blood, luckily no one was going to enter the radio tower today.

"I should have buried the body in the forest later..."

He sit on his chair and arranges the papers of the dialogues, today's radio program was also quite enjoyable, he loved his work and no one saw his face.