I hear... My victim's screams as they feed my insanity. I see... The victim as they lie on the table, staining their clothes and hair in a cardinal pool of blood. I taste... The rush of insanity as it holds me in its relentless grasp and pushes me to cut my victim's flesh till they cease their screaming. I smell... The smoldering of the blood that slowly bakes and dries in the intense lights overhead. I feel... Like this one victim will be enough, and I must continue to kill to feed this blood lust welling up inside of me.