I remember the first time I saw a picture of him in the papers. I don’t smile a lot… Okay, it actually never happens. I just haven’t found many things to smile or laugh at, because life isn’t funny. But I swear to God, when I saw the picture of the twenty-year-old who was responsible for all of those gruesome murders, I couldn’t help the grin that stretched uncontrollably on my lips, accompanied by a tiny chuckle.
