>>15478
>I was a captain overseeing a camp in Not-Serbia.
>I oversaw the deaths of hundreds of people.
>I never got their faces out of my head. I was tormented by them after the war.
>I moved to Paris to start a new life.
>I found an enclave of the people I helped kill. I spent years using what little money I had to cook soup to feed the other hungry souls in the area.
>Even now, 30 years since then, I still can't sleep at night. Their faces scream out for me to just die.
>Even this little bit of help to these people won't erase the stain on my soul. I'm already condemned to hell.
>What's this? The girl I met in the park? She has a gun… Ah, they finally put a hit out on me. My past is finally going to catch up to me.
>Do it. I am ready.
>mp4 related.