There under that unforgiving glare of an alley spotlight, the man stands torn of inner conflict that he brought into reality. Just as he sent a fellow human being into the depths of oblivion, does he feel a part of his own self turning to silence.
Horrified, pale from fear, perhaps, but the clarity of the deed keeps his feet well seated in the hard, concrete floor. It is a passing balance that will soon vanish into the unassuming city haze. And so he stares on, body growing limp and his mind a mist of screams and logical dead ends.
Deep down, he always knew such an outcome was inevitable.