He wasn't an honest man. I was a killer, the legal kind, a government-sanctioned hit man. I did the bidding of the law, to guide those who have been condemned to death, my job isn’t to make the end of their life easy, instead, it was to make them feel the pain. I have seen how men behave at the end of their lives, those who cry and show repentance, those whose eyes don’t show any emotions, those who are hardened and would take death bravely in anticipation, the scared ones, who convulse, releasing the contents of their bladder. I have seen men at their lowest, and I have seen them at their highest, just before the light in their eyes dwindle. I have seen the dead come back to life without a heartbeat, only to die again, this time final.
Heei🥺, he can't die yet o😭😭. This is a beautiful sad piece.