Chapter 1


"He's a monster!" said Joe, vehemently. "He's a remorseless, inhuman fiend. I feel ashamed to be the same building as him. If I ever see him, I swear to god, I'll kill him."

That was Joseph Conrad, the most famous illegal ammunitions dealer in Europe. He's blonde, with dark black eyes; and very tall and muscular. He looked around menacingly, as if daring anybody to disagree.

"And you know what?" squeaked Tim, "Last night, I woke up and heard him singing! Has he no conscience? Has he no shame?! Anybody else would have committed suicide a long time ago."

Timothy Jacobs; a quiet, frail accountant. Tim had always been a bit of a pushover. He's very timid and very insecure. His wife, Lorna, was a gorgon. And you know how it is with these hen-pecked husbands. They don't complain, don't argue, don't raise their voices, until, one fine day, they pull the trigger. And everybody understood why Tim killed Lorna. Everybody sympathized with him. What they didn't understand was why he killed her father, her mother, her sister, and the postman.

" I say that we all boycott him," said Joe. The rest of them nodded affirmatively. " No one will touch, speak or even look at him. If I find that somebody has disobeyed me ..." He glared at them and walked away. Everybody else followed shortly, whispering to one another.

Soon, the hall was empty, except for the janitor, sitting beside the window. He was smiling.