Blood is messy, but I’ve never been one to shy away from a little mess. It’s part of the process part of the ritual. I’ve done this enough times to know exactly how to make it disappear. Every drop, every smear, gone like it was never there.
It’s almost amusing, how simple it is. People think hiding a body must be difficult, that it requires some genius-level strategy. But really, it’s all about patience. You don’t panic. You don’t rush. You take your time. I’ve learned to enjoy these moments of solitude. They’re quiet, peaceful. It’s just me and the task at hand, no distractions, no noise.
I wipe the blade clean, watching as the crimson stains vanish under the cloth. Another job well done. Another secret kept.
I’ve gotten good at this. Too good, maybe. But that’s the price of perfection. No mistakes. No loose ends. Just the clean, cold satisfaction of knowing that I am in control. That no one will ever know what I’ve done. Not my parents, not the police, not the world that worships me from afar.
They see the model. The charmer. The perfect man.
If only they knew.
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The Perfect Mask
Mystery / ThrillerNakamura Kazuki, the son of one of Japan's wealthiest families, has everything: good looks, fame as a successful model, and the image of a perfect man. But beneath this flawless exterior, Kazuki hides a dark secret he is a psychopath. For him, killi...
