Skip to content He began life like countless others, with scraped knees, short pants, and a grin that suggested mischief more than menace. Neighbors remembered a quiet child who watched more than he spoke, learning the rules of the world without ever questioning whether they were just. There was nothing in those early years that warned what would come later. No alarm bells. No obvious cruelty. Just a boy absorbing his surroundings, shaped by authority, silence, and an unspoken belief that obedience mattered more than empathy.
