I like killing people. That’s something they don't understand. Doctors want reasons for my behaviour. There’s only one reason: killing people is fun.
A man born to fight, born to kill and with the blood of battle in his veins is ‘a prisoner whose escape would make him a danger to the police, the public at large and the Government.’ If he ever gets out…
When he gains his freedom, it’s with a purpose in mind. There are men out there with good reason to fear him. He’s the man with no name. The man officially classified as not responsible for his actions. Just the way he likes it.