You stand over the corpse of a female inferior. It was a clean kill. A single fluid motion of the blade, and to the ground she fell.

You look to your right, at the apprentice who was tasked to watch and study your perfect performance.

“W-why do we have to kill…?” The young boy whimpers. “Why… why can’t we just live peacefully with them?”

You glare at the apprentice with a look of disappointment. “That’s the mindset of somebody who’s too lazy or weak to get up and kill. There ain’t a better way. It’s just how the world works, kid.”

The boy looks down.

“B-but I don’t want to kill…”