Behold, my friends, the dance of life, where mortals pirouette through existence, tethered to their perceived virtues and righteous pathos. Yet, beneath the fragile veil of their so-called innocence lies the truth, an iridescent tapestry of sins, woven with the threads of deceit and decadence. What compels me, you might ponder, to play the role of the reaper, an arbiter of fate? I tell you, it is not a matter of whimsy or arbitrary desire, but rather an artist’s endeavor to expose the souls tarnished by their own twisted allure. In each victim, I see a reflection of the collective transgressions of mankind. These wondrous creations of man, these animatronic marvels that mirror life but are devoid of the essence that makes us human. Their eyes, like polished mirrors, reflect an innocence untainted by sin. Yet, in their mechanical existence, they serve as the allegory for my victims. For their deaths are not in vain, but rather a testament to the perverse duality of our flawed humanity.