Perturb Or Comfort?

Seth's footsteps echoed through the empty stairwell as he ascended the skyscraper, his red attire stark against the dull grey of the stairs. Each step seemed to bring him closer to the 49th floor, where he had wrought destruction and death.

As he climbed, his mind began to shift and twist, the setting of the stairs blurring and warping as his memories surged forth. He saw himself in the lobby, a gleeful smirk on his face as he strode past the security guards, a bag of weapons slung over his shoulder.

The memory shifted again, and Seth felt his pulse quicken as he recalled the moment when he had burst into the 49th floor. The room had been filled with the sound of screams and occasional gunfire as he methodically took down each person in his path. He remembered the satisfaction he had felt as he watched the life drain from their eyes, the rush of power that had consumed him.