"He couldn't come in person to send you to meet God, so..." he dug into the towel and knife in his hands, staring into his eyes, "he asked me to say hello to you, goodnight, you bastard!"
He stabbed the senior official's chest a few times with the hand rolled in the towel and dagger, and blood began to swarm out, mingling with the hot water from the showerhead before swirling down the drain.
His struggles were frantic, nearly breaking free from Ethan's grip, but in the end, his strength was no match for Ethan's, and he was firmly subdued.
Soon, he barely had any strength left, and even the intensity of his struggles significantly reduced.
The water continued to patter against him, but this time, he didn't feel warmth and comfort, only a growing coldness and a blurring consciousness.