CHAPTER NINETEEN

Stephen Robin was sentenced to forty years in prison.

His sentence was reduced due to his health issues and his father's influence.

Anna visited him in prison, and he was surprised to see her.

"Surprised to see me, aren't you?" she asked.

He nodded.

"You were so jealous of Alex because you convinced yourself that he was better than you," Anna said. "But you never realized that you both had different strengths."

"I'm irrelevant. I'm just Alex's shadow," Stephen replied.

"A lot of serial killers would have killed Alex if they were in your position. So why did you kill those innocent girls when it was Alex they all rejected you for?"

"Alex was the first person to love me genuinely. I could feel it. When I was cold at night, he would cover me with a blanket. My parents never did that for me. Whenever I talked about wanting to leave this world, he would comfort me. That's why I didn't kill Anita. I couldn't hurt someone my friend truly loved."

"What if Anita had returned Alex's feelings and rejected you like the others? Would you have killed her?"

"Anita liked Alex, but she didn't want to date anyone until she was out of school. She's a virgin—so innocent and pure."

"Why do you think she liked Alex?"

"Whenever Alex was sick, the girls who claimed to love him wouldn't visit, but Anita would sneak to the sickbay to check on him. She did that several times."

"If you truly loved your friend, why were you jealous of him?"

"I was jealous because I'm human. Jealousy only becomes harmful when you use it for negativity. I didn't kill those girls to spite Alex. I killed them to satisfy my ego. The only time my ego was soothed was when I inflicted pain on people who called me worthless."

This was the life of the serial killer, Stephen Robin.