September, 1978.
Attorney Emilio Wisdom traveled over the mountain and across the bridge into the canyon.
It was a request from Brews Pudding, who had once defended him.
"He's a gentleman. Listen to him."
Emilio arrived at the gates of Death Prince Prison and knocked on the iron door.
He was there to meet William Stance, a.k.a. "License to Kill."
William told Emilio the story of his upbringing.
He spoke in a hoarse, staccato voice, calm yet chilling. Emilio was stunned by the brutality of his past.
He confessed to all of his crimes.
In previous trials, William had never revealed the identities of his clients.
He claimed that Biff Cuse was merely a friend and that all of his actions stemmed from his own twisted sense of justice.
Remarkably, no murder weapon or evidence was ever found in any of the murders he committed.
He muttered cryptically: "It could be the devil, or it could be God. You have to serve someone. When the foundation of your pride crumbles, there's no turning back."
He kept repeating, "You wouldn't understand why they took away my license to kill."
Ultimately, William was sentenced to life imprisonment as a psychopath, and spent long periods in solitary confinement.
Reflecting on the day he escaped from prison with Brius, William laughed and called it a moment of whimsy.
However, he admitted that during that time he had made a young friend with bright, beautiful eyes - someone who reminded him of Raul.
"This is where I should die. I have no objection to the sentence that has been passed."
William wrinkled the corners of his eyes and bowed to Emilio.
"Only one person. You're the only person I've told my story to. Thank you for listening."
"You... Guardian... are the eyes I needed. I've lived my life."
"You must have someone, too. Someone you want to protect."
William saw Emilio off, noting that it made him feel better to have someone listen to his story.
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A cool summer breeze blew through the cornfields.
A boy played with a cricket next to his father, who was working hard.
The father had just killed a snake with a scythe as it slithered across the ground trying to escape.
The boy asked, "Why did you do such a pitiful thing?
The mother hugged her son, and the father hugged them both and apologized.
The grandmother tried to comfort them, saying, "It must have been very painful for him.
Fate could have been different.
In another life, they might have loved each other to death and promised to meet again in the next life.
Mother's gentle touch rested on his chest, trying to heal a wound.
A red ponytail covered her eyelids as the curtain closed softly.
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