PROMOTION

He gave his back to the wall next to the door. He watched the bloody supplications of the helpless crowd of people who broke all the usual order.

He did not care for the bloody letters that were written on the glass and continued to be written, just as he did not care for the growing cries of pain.

While the clean areas were filled with bloody palms one after another, he put on protective clothes hanging on the wall and a gas mask next to him.

He glanced at the iron arm that would activate the acid gas that would soon become the leading role in his mass murder.

None of them were innocent.

Nobody was innocent.

He grabbed the iron handle to lift his arm up and start the gas release.

He pulled the arm up in cold blood. At that moment the voices were silenced for a second. Then it increased more than ever. Gas was starting to take effect because ...

The bodies behind the glass were burning with acid, writhing in pain.

The screams decreased.

And it ended.

It was over.

He was free now.

He had kept his promise to himself.

He took his revenge on those who stole his freedom from him.

But he did.

A serial killer who killed 8 thousand 2 hundred 79 people.

He pulled the lever that he had griped firmly down again and stopped the gas release.

And he opened the door to freedom next to him.

And opened the door to freedom next to him