The Saint of All Sinners

I've killed many people. It's not my place to judge those I kill. Old men in black foreign suits make those decisions. I just follow orders. I'm sure one day, in the future, I will face the consequences of my actions. The universe has a way of settling the score. But when that day comes, and I pray it does, I hope my sins will be resolved through my punishment so I will finally be free to die in peace. Or perhaps, sin is it's own punishment; slowly devouring me from the inside.

Disclaimer:
I do not own any characters, settings, or plotlines that seem really or vaguely familar. The only thing I own is the main character and a piece of crap car.