I only vaguely remember the night that followed, it felt more like a dream than the reality I found in the aftermath. I sought out my 'teammates' in the dead of the night, it was like I was in a trance.
Moving through the shadows, I entered the homes of the targets. I don't remember the specifics of what happened when I found them, and I don't need to know.
Knowing the aftermath of what I did is already enough...