I have done things in my life that are simply unforgivable. I was weak. I supported a madman. And I did it to see that look of pride in their eyes. But I know now that it wasn’t worth it. Unfortunately for me, I found that out too late. I did something though, something worthy of death. For the first time in my life, I am proud of what I’ve done. But escape isn’t really an option, unless you count the only way out, the only escape here is death.