Chapter 1: Beauty of Control

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I stand before the mirror, adjusting my tie with the precision of a surgeon. Each movement is practiced, controlled, perfect. Just like me. The reflection staring back at me shows the man everyone wants to see a flawless model with a charming smile. To the world, I am Nakamura Kazuki, the son of wealth and success. The man who graces the covers of magazines and walks the runways with effortless grace.

But behind the smile, there's something they can't see. Something they will never know. My mind is a labyrinth, carefully designed to protect me from the truth of what I am. And what I am is not the man in the magazines. Not the son of Nakamura Industries.

I am something much darker.

The thrill of control pulses through my veins. I have learned to control every aspect of my life, from the perfect façade I present to the world, to the lives I decide to take. Killing is not a mistake. It is an art a craft that I have perfected over the years. The world would call me a monster, but I am no such thing. I am simply... efficient.

They call it a crime. I call it therapy.

There is a peace that comes with it. The moments when the world fades away, and there is nothing but the silence of my own mind. The struggle ends, and for a brief moment, I am free. Free from the noise, from the expectations, from the lies I have to tell every single day.

But then, like always, the world comes rushing back. The perfect mask goes back on. And I am Nakamura Kazuki once more the handsome model, the heir to a fortune, the perfect man.

No one suspects a thing. They never will.

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