Now he waited for ‘the forget’ - the blessed cleansing that would wash away his brutal sin. It was sin to him, no matter how deserving the target. But soon it would be nothing. Already he forgot the corpse’s name. He looked at it intently, trying to remember. There was nothing. Good. He walked to the bathroom knowing where it was but not knowing how he knew. The water turned crimson while he scrubbed at the evidence of his work. As his hands were cleansed, so was his mind. No