It happens quickly. I've done this so many times that it's almost second nature. She doesn't even have time to scream. The blade slices through the air, sharp and precise. Her body crumples to the ground, and for a moment, there's nothing but silence.
The itch is gone.
I kneel beside her, feeling the familiar calm wash over me. It's done. The ritual is complete. But now comes the important part cleaning up. I've learned that the real skill isn't in the killing; it's in making sure no one ever finds out.
I wipe the blade clean, just like before. Every drop of blood is erased, every trace of evidence removed. By the time I'm finished, there's nothing left to suggest that anything happened here at all. Just another quiet street in Tokyo, just another night.
I stand up, adjusting my tie once more. The mask is back in place. The perfect model, the perfect son.
No one will ever know.
As I walk away, the city lights flicker in the distance. The world continues to move, unaware of the darkness that lurks beneath the surface. And I smile, knowing that I am still in control.
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The Perfect Mask
Mistério / SuspenseNakamura 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...
