A group of no name serial killers come together to form one of the deadliest factions in American history. The former leader angrily recants his history after being presumably stabbed in the back. As chilling as it sounds to see the conundrum of blood among the once stainless walls, I do not flinch. And as psychotic as the average murderer can be with his or her laughter as they shoot, stab and torture, I still do not falter. Over time I’ve learned to accept the things I cannot change and have found the courage to change the things that I could; I found that serenity.