I pulled out the knife. Carlos ran towards me and I stabbed him in the stomach. He screamed out in pain. He dropped the rock and fell to the floor.

Carlos: "Who... Who are you?!"

I couldn't answer his question. I simply stared as he bled to death. After some time, I took what I thought was the only appropriate action and pushed his body into the hole. After some time, I got back on my bike and left.

...

I went to the police and turned myself in. The trial was quick and I was sentenced to death.

And yet... In my final moments... I felt as though I had done nothing wrong.