Johnathon Hades sat in a lawn chair, staring out at the sunset from the porch of Shady Oaks Retirement Home, or as he called it, Shitty Oaks Prison for the Elderly. To the other old folks, or as he called them, inmates, he was known as the quiet, kind old man who rarely showed up for Bingo. To the orderlies who ran the place, he was known as that crotchety old bastard who would fall down dead any day of a stroke, but wasn't going down without a fight. No one would have guessed that this man would have once killed millions of men, women, and children without a shred of regret.