A Lonely Killer

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Episode 1 A Life That Feels Like Death

I wake up every day with the same empty feeling.

The alarm rings the sun rises and the world moves forward without me.

I Drag myself to work

where my boss barely acknowledges my presence.

His eyes scan my reports

And with a sigh of disappointment,

He tosses them aside.

Redo it," he says.

Always the same words.

Always the same rejection.

I Eat lunch alone.

The restaurant is crowded

Yet I remain invisible.

People talk, laugh, share stories.

I sit with my food, silent.

Even my shadow feels like a stranger.

Life repeats itself.

A loop of nothingness.

Then,

That day happened.

I was walking home lost in my thoughts,

When I tripped.

My knees hit the pavement,

Pain shooting through me.

Before

I could get up

I heard it.

HAHAHA HAHAHA

Laughter.

A shopkeeper standing behind the counter,

Laughing at me.

His face twisted with amusement, mocking my existence.

Something inside me cracked.

Don’t remember deciding to do it.

My hands moved on their own.

A flash

Of metal

A sharp gasp

Warm blood staining my fingers.

For the first time in years

I felt something real.

Silence.

No more laughter.

No more judgment.

Just me and him,

His lifeless eyes

Staring back at me.

And I smiled.

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The blood on my hands was still warm

It dripped between my fingers

Painting the ground beneath me.

The shopkeeper's eyes were frozen

Staring at something beyond this world.

I waited for fear.

For guilt.

For regret.

Nothing came.

Instead,

A strange warmth spread through my chest.

A feeling I couldn’t name.

Was this… happiness?

I stepped back

Looking at the scene before me.

A crumpled body,

A silent shop,

A night so still it felt like the world was holding its breath.

For the first time in years,

I wasn’t invisible.

I wasn’t small.

I was something else.

I wiped my hands on my coat

Leaving dark smears across the fabric.

The city lights flickered

And I walked away

Blending into the night like I had never been there.

But I knew the truth.

I had never been more alive.

...

I'm Killer now

*Smiling*

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The Weight of Nothing

I sat in my room

Staring at my hands.

They were clean now.

No trace of blood

No sign of what I had done.

But I could still feel it—the warmth, the weight, the way life had slipped away under my fingers.

I thought killing would change something.

That maybe the emptiness would shrink

That maybe the world would feel different.

But it didn’t.

The silence in my apartment was the same.

The walls still pressed in on me.

The city outside still moved without me, like

I didn’t exist.

I had taken a life.

And nothing had changed.

I lay down on my bed

Staring at the ceiling.

A thought crawled into my mind,

Soft and whispering.

MAYBE ONCE ISN'T ENOUGH

I turned onto my side pressing my face into the pillow.

Maybe the first kill was just the beginning.

Maybe I needed more.

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