Should I Kill My Roommate?
Why Is it So Difficult to Convince People to Do the Hard Thing
He bound up his son, tied up his hands and feet. With trembling hands, he removed the small blade from his hilt. With fear, he moved it towards the throat of his only son. He heard whimpers. He looked up, doubted if the voice from above. He closed his eyes. With a fleeting moment, he charged his blade towards the…