Y̷͔͈̊́̆̎͜ͅọ̸͂͝ų̴̙̹̌̿̆̽ ̸̥̬̼͍̚ḵ̴͎̍̾i̶͉̫̓̅́l̴̻̝͉̈́͒̅̀ľ̸͔̣͝ ̸̧͎͚͊̃̿͝ḧ̴͍̘́͂͘ì̴̳m̸͕̠̩̓́̈́

After all, why shouldn't you?

Squatting down, you put two hands around his neck and twist. With a snapping sound and a suppressed groan, the man falls. Slumped against the wall like in the middle of a pleasant nap. Just like that, you've killed a man. And without much in the way of feeling too.