A Confession and A Question
9 parts Complete A certain memory has been persistent in its torments of me lately and has driven me to pick up the pen and start documenting: this year, in the middle of June, I killed a money-lender and his son. I positively destroyed them; the man's skull was split wide open and then the boy's head was caved in. Though half of the tribulation was born from my rotting away here in a disgusting basement flat, I will never move away. Behold me, gentlemen of the jury.