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Nanami just wanted everyone to shut up, be quiet. Everything to stop. All the bickering, expectations, lies. 

So that’s what he did. Just a few slices and slashes with a big knife, just a few here and there. The screams from the room stopped as he took the knife out of the flesh with a squelch . His eyebrows furrowed, lips turned down into an unamused expression. He stood up, violently lashing the knife across the bodies, desks, and chairs, getting rid of the blood on it with the action. His hair fell on his face, emerald eyes glimmering as a snake’s. 

Blood splattered across the desks, computer screens filled with statistics, numbers, bars, graphs. He was so sick of the sight. The flickering screens dripped with blood, the gleam of the liquid illuminated by the streaks of sun passing through the windowed walls. Bodies lay on the floor, motionless. It was a pleasure to Nanami’s eyes. 

He pushed his hair back with a grin. Getting rid of the weight, finally. It felt like taking out the trash. The dark bags under his eyes only made them shine more ominously and brought out the anger he had for the company. He looked around the room. What a beautiful scene he thought. Sunlight pouring through the tinted windows, among the bodies. They deserved it. Making more money from taking it. 

The knife dripped with blood. It could be a machete, but it didn’t matter, sharp things were sharp things. He brought it up to his face and stared at his reflection on the dull surface. He wiped off a speck of blood on his cheek and let out a chuckle. His chuckle kept going, bringing his hand up to his eyes, using the back of it to cover them. He sat and collapsed on a desk, realizing what he just did. Like taking out the trash. It was so relieving. Stress relieving. 

His tie was loose from all the action, plastered with dry blood, shirt button torn off, suit jacket ripped and tainted with blood. Strands of hair fell on his face as he laughed silently. His shoulders shook and his grip on the handle of the knife loosened. He closed his eyes and recalled the screams, the hands on his shirt, body, legs, arms, as they begged and cried. Hands gripping at his shirt, grabbing at his legs, tearing his suit. All the blood. 

Nanami leaned his head back, covering his eyes with his hand, laughing now. Laughing with his ribs, his stomach, laughing. Laughing at how he let these liars control him. Society was better off without them anyway. 

Nanami inhaled long and deep, slowly pushing his golden hair back with his palm. His eyes turned to the windowed walls, the blood still dripping and drying up now. He brought his palm down across his face, smearing the blood. Now he looked down at his watch, patches of red tinted and drying on the glass. His knuckles were black and bruised, rashes of red from all the raw contact from the skin and skulls of the people. 

Nanami looked to the elevator. This was only the first floor, the one he worked at, he still had work to do, there were still more. He gripped at the handle of the knife and looked at all the blood stained glass. He sighed and loosened his tie, inserting his index finger through the space between the collar and the tie. He walked towards the elevator in his bloody and ruffled state. 

He pressed on the button pointing down, leaving a faint red fingerprint on the yellow light. The ding! of the elevator echoed through the lifeless, breathless room. 

The silence was a pleasure to Nanami’s ears. No more nagging at him being “the best .” No more breathing down his ear, teaching people lies. Lies, lies, lies. Money, money, money. Nanami’s eyebrows furrowed again at the thought of it. Just managing people’s money. It was sickening. 

The elevator door opened and Nanami stepped in. He swung his knife in his hand, grinning slightly while running his bloodied hand through his hair again. He closed his eyes, thinking about the riddance of this damn company. 

Good riddance, he grinned. 

The elevator stopped, bouncing a bit. Nanami sighed and wiped the blade across his stained striped blue suit sleeve. Getting ready for work. The elevator door opened with a slow and ominous creak. 

He stepped out, footsteps slow, heavy, and sinister. Blood dripped off the tip of Nanami's dull short sword. He walked towards the opening that would lead to the room full of white cubicles and screens inside them, enslaving people with their graphs, numbers, equations. Nanami stood in the hallway, examining, the sound of keyboards typing and clattering was nauseating. 

A worker held a coffee in her hand, rushing back to her cubicle. She ran into Nanami as he was stepping out into the open, spilling her coffee on herself and on Nanami's suit. 

"Oh I'm so sorry… Let me just–" She stopped abruptly mid sentence, hand frozen in the air holding a napkin. She looked at him. His suit, face, knife, all bloody. His knuckles bruised red and blue. The employee's hand began to shake. 

"N-Nanami?"

Nanami tilted his head and grinned, raising an eyebrow. He took his suit off swiftly and rolled his sleeves up. 

"What a shame, that jacket was expensive. But no worries darling, we can fix that. Right?" Nanami smiled a toothy grin, eyes glimmering with the pleasure of death.

"What?" Her breath was shaky as he walked towards her slowly, beginning the chase, like a snake preying on a mouse.

The employee gripped the napkin tight in her hand. Where was she to go? The elevator was behind him, could there be a way to escape to the stairs? Why was he even here? Why was he like that? There's so many people here though, he's outnumbered! What is he doing? With no hesitation she began to run towards the stairs. 

Nanami grinned, it was no use. In seconds she was no longer breathing. Her screams rattled the cubicles, suddenly the room went silent, the typing and tapping of keyboards stopped. The knife made a squelching sound as it left the fresh body. The blood dripped from the blade as Nanami stood up, chuckling very lightly. 

"What's going on here?!" People began yelling and murmuring, standing up from their seats, heads turning to the sound. The room was sucked of air as people gasped collectively, hands flying to their mouths. 

Nanami was first to let out a breath and moved his hair to the side. His emerald gaze pierced through the crowd, the atmosphere of the room was dark and heavy as everyone held their breaths. Nanami grinned.

"So then, who's next?" 

Screams and cries filled the room. Blood splattered against the white cubicle surfaces, computer screens, keyboards, plants, chairs, everywhere. Nanami didn't struggle that much, but he felt the struggles of the poor workers as they grabbed at his arms, sleeves, legs. But Nanami didn't care. He only had one goal, and that was to get rid of everyone in this fucking building. 

His green eyes shone with pleasure as blood marked his face. The sun shone through the windows upon the dead bodies again. The same scene as before. His hands and fingers were drenched with the thick, red liquid. But he didn't care. His shoulders lifted and fell as he breathed. Nanami let out a steady breath and took off his tie. He used it to wipe his knife's blade, feeling the cloth getting heavy as it soaked up the blood. 

He heard the elevator bell make a sound in the quiet room, the only sound being the ticking of clocks and the dripping of blood which merged into one. His movements slowed as he listened. The elevator door opened and footsteps approached. 

"Yo!"