The moon cast an eerie glow on the deserted plaza as Sociopathic KO, shrouded in darkness, leisurely sauntered through the empty pathways. His calculated steps betrayed no hint of the sinister act he had just committed; the echoes of his victim's desperate pleas and final breaths haunted his mind like a macabre melody.

A sinister satisfaction danced in his eyes as he surveyed the aftermath of his malevolence. The plaza, once a lively hub, now bore witness to an unsettling stillness, disturbed only by the distant hum of city life. Sociopathic KO reveled in the anonymity the night provided, his face hidden in the folds of shadows as he blended seamlessly with the obsidian backdrop.