[ WP ] You are the antagonist of the story . However , you are n't sure if you can call yourself that after what the protagonist did .

I stared down the telescopic sight of my l96 sniper rifle. I slowly moved my gaze into each window in the hotel, Many displays of various vice. One couple was violently pleasuring each other. Another was an old man, watching a younger woman strip in front of him. A prostitute no doubt. I inhaled slowly, and exhaled. The air was brisk, atleast 30 degrees Fahrenheit. I so small flakes of snow, float peacefully in front of me. I found the room, i was looking for. Ive been tracking this man for 2 weeks. Man was he elusive. The lights flickered on. The red haired man, was mildly attractive, i can see the appeal women had for him. I followed him into the next room, with my sights. The lights flickered on, i was taken aback by the scene. A man, overweight and balding. Was strapped to a table, with....is that plastic wrap? I regained my composure and found the contract. He was wearing a butchers apron now. He raised a knife, and slammed it into the older man's heart. He looked up into the ceiling, orgasmic. 
 `` What in the hell...'' i whispered to myself. I inhaled deeply as i put my finger on the trigger. He began to slowly come down from his rush, as he began to clean his victim up. I had to look at the contract on my phone again. i pulled out my phone, and gazed upon the contract of..... 
 
 `` Dexter morgan...''
