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Across from me sat a burly man, almost six feet tall, with glasses and a thin moustache.
His calm, ordinary appearance concealed a disturbed, bloodthirsty mind.
At the age of fifteen, this seemingly harmless being had committed his first murder by killing his grandparents. Diagnosed with paranoia, he was imprisoned but later released when he was considered recovered.
In his twenties, he became a ruthless predator. In 1972, he picked up two hitchhikers near the city under false pretenses. He threatened them at gunpoint and stabbed them mercilessly.
In a frenzy of sadism, he took the corpses to his lair, where he dismembered and eviscerated them. The mutilated remains were then buried in a ditch.
As I watched him, it was hard to believe that this quiet fellow was the same monster who had committed such heinous crimes.
His expressionless eyes and impassive countenance hid the black soul of a being whose humanity had been consumed by darkness.