He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided. But his ocean of dreams was disturbed by a storm of guilt. The truth of what happened that night was like a bad taste on his tongue. Rainsford was overwhelmed and could not stop obsessing over the fact that he killed Zaroff, “Was this the way Zaroff felt after he killed every single one of his prisoners?” Rainsford thought to himself, “No, Zaroff was a human with no emotion or care for anyone but himself, wasn’t he?”. Rainsford tried to put that at the back of his brain. “By killing one human, I saved the lives of many,” Rainsford said to himself, trying to make it feel like that was what he did. The next day Rainsford realized he was all alone on the isolated island, he was lost