“Please, whoever is there should just go back. I am a murderer”, Stan said, maniacally. “You don’t want to be in the same room with a murderer”
“Well, I think two murderers will get along pretty well. Open the door, Stan”, Derek replied and sighed.
“Derek? Is that you?”
“Yes, it’s me. Open the door and let’s talk about it”
“No, Derek. I killed people. First, it was a person and I didn’t even realize what had happened. I just kept walking. Then others showed up and I killed them again. I killed all of them and I was okay with it”
“And what if I told you I don’t know how many people you’ve killed but I’m sure I’ve killed more?”, Derek said. “Open the door and let’s yell at each other. We are both mur-“
The door opened. Stan looked out. His eyes were laced with tears. He pulled back the
