When I was a kid, I was different. Not in the way I am now, but in the way that all kids are curious, full of dreams, unaware of the darkness that would one day take root inside me.
Back then, I had so many dreams. I wanted to be a doctor, someone who could save lives and make a difference in the world. I used to watch medical dramas on TV, fascinated by how doctors could bring people back from the brink of death. I imagined myself in a white coat, standing in an operating room, saving lives with skill and precision.
But that wasn’t my only dream.
I also wanted to be a detective. The idea of solving mysteries, catching criminals, and uncovering hidden truths appealed to me. I loved reading detective novels and watching crime shows. I would spend hours imagining myself as the hero who could outsmart anyone, no matter how clever they thought they were.
I was a curious child, always asking questions, always exploring. I had hobbies, too puzzles, chess, anything that made me think. My parents thought I was just a bright kid, destined for success. They didn’t realize that my curiosity would one day take a darker turn.
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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...
