After Officer Marcel left, he sat down on the sofa and buried his hands in his soft, black hair.

He did not seem like a murderous person at all. But more like a vulnerable child who needed protection and comfort. It was the first time that I was faced with this situation, I didn't know what to do. Finally, I sat down next to him and touched the smooth hair on his head, just the way he comforted me when I was a child.

"Do you also think I'm an evil man?" he asked and stretched out ...