He was one of the most terrifying things I have ever experienced. Always smiling, no matter whom it was he dropped off the edge to plummet to their death; because he didn't care. He was oblivious to this thing called death. What was death to him? A game. Because that's all life ever was in the village. Things were always lively and friendly and lacked this reality that could ever be known as "destruction". It was silly to think that anything could ever be … simple again. It was a free-for all fight; we all were against each other... But him. He made it a game of hide and seek. He was so mentally far away from what these fights were about; So mentally far away from all of us that he was like a plague that we all had to find the cure for but it was a hopeless cause to even attempt it. the game was no longer a free-for all. These fights were just about a friendly competition but to him it didn't seem to matter that he showed no remorse. No empathy; just all smiles.