Late at night, at midnight, there is only a faint light in front of the computer, and the mottled screen is covered with blood.
The man gently clicked the last button. . . .
"Set sail, eliminated..." The computer issued a cold female voice.
The man smiled, stood up, took off the windbreaker on the coat rack, and put on his hat.
He glanced at the scattered "bodies" on the ground and suddenly smiled softly. . . .