(Someone's Point Of View)...
The radio crackled in the background, the anchor’s voice breaking the silence of the room.
"Another crime has taken place here in Kosaenhigh City. A couple was murdered by a psychopath, leaving their child alive. Authorities believe the same psychopath responsible for this murder also killed a detective’s brother years ago. Investigations are ongoing..."
Click.
The man turned off the radio, his lips curling into a sinister smile. He leaned back in his chair, gazing at the dark ceiling above him.
"You fools will never catch me," he muttered, chuckling softly.
He rose from his chair, walking to the window as rain pattered against the glass. The faint reflection of his face smiled back at him, distorted by the droplets.
"I’m just getting started my return."
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Pio's Point Of View...
Pio sat silently on the hospital bed, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. His parents' screams echoed in his head, haunting him.
“Did you see his face?” Detective Lee’s voice was gentle but firm as he knelt in front of Pio.
He didn’t respond. His lips felt like they were glued shut, his body too numb to move.
Lee sighed, leaning back slightly. “I know it’s hard. I won’t force you to answer now. But, Pio, listen to me—"
His voice softened. “I know what you’re feeling. I lost my brother to that psychopath. If you help me, we can stop him together. The law will make him pay.”
Pio finally met his gaze, his voice trembling as he spoke. “Why should the law punish him? I’ll punish him myself. I’ll kill the man who took my mom and dad from me.”
Without waiting for Detective Lee's reply, Pio ran out of the room and down the hall. There, he saw his Uncle Joon waiting for him.
“Pio!” he called, rushing towards Pio.
“Uncle!” Pio threw himself into his arms, the tears he’d been holding back now flowing freely.
Joon held Pio tightly, his voice shaking. “Pio, I’m so sorry. I’m here now, okay? Uncle’s here.”
Detective Lee approached from a distance, his expression unreadable. “Are you his uncle?” he asked.
“Yes,” Joon replied, not letting go of his nephew.
Lee nodded solemnly. “Take care of him. He’s been through a lot.”
“I will,” Joon said firmly.
As Lee walked away, Joon gently pulled Pio towards the door. “Come on, Pio. Let’s go home.”
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Detective Lee's Point Of View...
Lee returned to the precinct, his mind clouded by frustration and grief. Pio’s haunted eyes reminded him too much of his own pain—the loss of his brother, the burning need for justice.
“Lee.” Lieutenant Mark’s voice interrupted Lee's thought. “You need to take a break. You’ve been working too hard.”
Lee sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You’re right. I need to step away for a bit.”
Before he leave, Mark stopped Lee. “Wait, Lee. We caught the psychopath.”
Lee heart raced. “What? You caught him? Where is he?”
“Follow me.”
Mark led Lee to the interrogation room. Through the one-way glass, he saw a man sitting casually at the table, a smug grin on his face.
“That’s him,” Mark said. “We found him near the crime scene. His hoodie and the scent of his cologne matched the evidence we found on Wontaeson Street.”
Lee entered the room, the door closing behind him with a soft click.
The suspect smiled at Lee. “Detective, you have to help me. Someone’s after me!” His voice was mocking, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Why did you kill those people?” Lee asked, keeping his voice steady.
His grin widened. “I was bored.” He laughed, a sound so chilling it made Lee blood run cold.
Lee turned and left the room without another word.
“Lee, what’s wrong?” Mark asked, following Lee.
“He’s not the one,” Lee muttered, heading straight for the Evidence Room.
Lee searched through the files, finally pulling out a set of photos. His suspicions were confirmed—the victims’ hands had no crosses drawn on them.
He held the photos up for Mark to see. “The real psychopath leaves a cross on his victims’ hands. This guy didn’t. You’ve got the wrong man.”
Mark sighed heavily. “I’ll inform the media we made a mistake. You focus on finding the real one.”
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Pio's Point Of View...
“Uncle,” Pio said quietly, standing in the doorway of the living room. “I’m going to kill the man who killed my parents.”
Joon looked up at Pio, his face full of concern. “Pio, I know you’re angry. I am too. But you’re just a child. Revenge isn’t the answer.”
Pio didn’t respond. Instead, he turned and walked to his room, closing the door behind him.
On the desk lay a kitchen knife. He picked it up, turning it over in his hands.
“I’ll finish school,” he whispered to himself. “I’ll train, become a police officer, and learn how to fight. Then, I’ll find him. And when I do, he’ll pay with his life.”
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Someone's Point Of View...
The woman’s footsteps echoed through the empty alley as she ran, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.
“Please,” she sobbed, stumbling to the ground. “Please don’t kill me!”
The man towered over her, his shadow swallowing her small frame.
“Don’t you want to go to heaven, Pastor?” he asked, his voice cold and mocking. “I’m just helping you fulfill your wish.”
He plunged the knife into her chest, her screams fading as the blade struck over and over.
When it was done, he stood, his face and hands covered in blood.
“Why?” he whispered, tilting his head as he looked down at her lifeless body. “I just wanted to help, but you’re still angry.”
He smiled, a twisted, chilling expression, and disappeared into the shadows.
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The Psychopath Hunter
ActionA child who lost his parents to a psychopath. He wanted to kill that psychopath but he was just a child back then. So he studied until he took up the police course to learn how to fight and study about psychopaths. Until he started killing psychopat...
