William the judge.

The knife slowly slides inside the abdomen of his unsuspecting victim, she cannot scream because her killer has his other hand tightly grasped over her mouth. As he feels her life slowly slip away, he then begins to slowly drop her into the snow pile in the dark alley on third street, between the 24 hour convenience store, and wacky Al's furniture emporium, she is not the first person he murdered on this holy day, and she definitely will not be the last. This time though he almost felt guilty, because once her soul finally left her filthy night women temple body, a car drove by illuminating the alley for just one quick moment, and then he saw it. Her eyes were not the eyes of a adulterous whore, no her eyes were as innocent as a little girl who lost her family in the mall. Just as quickly as the feeling of guilt came though, the feeling of hate quickly overcame it as he remembered his mother smoking crack by the Christmas tree, and a strange man she allowed to come up to her sons room, and do horrible things just so she can get another high. No she had to die, just like any other night stalking whore women, in fact all women had to die in William's eyes, but not all sins are equal, and he must judge them all fairly.