Death intrigues me. Every time I see a picture of someone who’s died, the first thing I notice is always their shoes. They put on their socks and laced up their shoes, never realizing that this was gonna be the last time. But I’m even more fascinated by people who actually have it in them to end the life of another person over money, power, lust, or whatever. The idea is alien to me. You might seriously think about it, but you don’t actually go through with it. But there are people walking among us who have it in them to end a life, chop up and dispose of the remains, and the go out to grab a bite to eat. These are their stories.