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Confession of a Serial Killer
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Ongoing, First published Dec 25, 2022
The twisted perspective of life drives people to madness and violence. When the time came to regret his actions, he showed no remorse. 

The man raised his eyebrows to taunt the detective. Although he already anticipated this situation, he still feels great.

"Tell me," the detective stated. 

The man smiled at him slyly. 

"This is my confession...a confession of a serial killer."
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