Someday when I can quit the Port Mafia and become a free man, I want to sit down at a desk in a room where I can see the sea. I want to become a writer. I want to throw the gun aside, and only have pen and paper. One man told me that to write a story is to write a person. A man who takes lives cannot write about lives. That’s why I won’t kill.



Evil expects evil from others.

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