Six Years Later...
Six years have passed, and the boy who once lived in fear is now a young man shaped by tragedy. At 17 years old, Pio was now a Senior High School student. To most, he seemed like an ordinary, quiet teenager. But beneath the surface, something dark brewed—a desire that had been festering since the night his parents were taken from him.
Pio lived with his Uncle Joon, the man who raised him after the tragedy. Though Joon gave him love and care, the hole left by his parents never healed. While everyone around him thought Pio was growing up well, they didn’t know the truth.
Pio was a monster in the making.
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A Regular Day At School...
"Why didn’t you do my assignment?!" Mex, one of the school bullies, shouted as he towered over Terr, a smaller, frail student.
"I… I’m sorry. I was taking care of my grandmother," Terr stammered, trembling on the floor with a bruise already forming on his cheek.
"I don’t care about your grandmother!" Mex yelled, delivering another blow to Terr’s face.
The commotion was interrupted by their teacher entering the room.
"Mex! What’s going on back there?" the teacher asked sternly.
Mex quickly changed his tone, smiling innocently. "Nothing, ma’am. We were just helping Terr up. Right, Terr?" He shot Terr a warning look.
Terr hesitated, then nodded. "Y-yes, ma’am. I tripped," he lied, his voice barely audible.
The teacher sighed but didn’t press further. "Alright, everyone, take your seats. Class is about to start."
As the lesson went on, Pio sat silently in his seat, his eyes fixed on Mex. His expression was blank, but his mind was far from calm.
"You deserve to die," Pio thought, his gaze never leaving Mex’s back.
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School ended, and the students began to leave. But Mex wasn’t done for the day.
“Come on, Terr. Let’s go for a little chat,” Mex sneered, dragging Terr to the back of the classroom.
A group of students whispered as they passed by.
"Look, Mex is going to beat up Terr again," one murmured, shaking their head but doing nothing to intervene.
Behind the school, far from prying eyes, Mex delivered blow after blow to Terr.
"You useless jerk! Does it feel good to get beaten up?" Mex laughed as he punched Terr in the stomach.
"Stop it! Please!" Terr cried, his voice hoarse.
After what felt like an eternity, Mex finally walked away, leaving Terr bloodied and broken on the ground.
Mex whistled as he walked along the road he always took home, a smug grin on his face. But tonight, someone was watching him.
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A figure wearing a black hoodie and a mask followed Mex from a distance. Mex felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and glanced over his shoulder.
Seeing no one, he shook his head. "Damn, I’m getting paranoid," he muttered.
But when he turned back, the masked figure lunged at him, plunging a knife deep into his stomach.
“W-what the—” Mex gasped, clutching at the blade as he fell to the ground.
The masked figure didn’t stop. Blow after blow, the knife struck Mex until his screams turned to silence.
The figure leaned close, whispering in a low, menacing voice. "How does it feel? This is the only way to stop you from hurting people. You deserved this."
With a final stab, the masked figure pulled back and began writing on the pavement with Mex’s blood:
"I AM A BULLY. I DESERVE TO DIE."
The figure stood, looking down at Mex’s lifeless body before walking away.
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Pio removed his mask as he reached a secluded alley, his chest heaving. A twisted smile spread across his face.
"So this is how it feels," he murmured to himself. "To kill someone who deserves to die."
He clenched his fists, his bloodied knife still in his hand. "This is just the beginning. Wait for me, all of you. I’m not waiting for the law to punish you. I’ll do it myself."
His voice turned cold, almost gleeful.
"I will commit a crime to stop another crime. The world is full of idiots who don’t understand. But I’ll make them see."
And with that, Pio disappeared into the shadows, his smile lingering like a haunting memory.
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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...
