Aswin_SS_1125

I have one suggestion, Serial killers often exhibit ritualistic behaviors and personal quirks that make them stand out. They may collect mementos from their victims—jewelry, clothing, or other personal belongings—as trophies, preserving these items to relive the crime later. Some might perform specific actions, like dancing or talking to their victims, as a way to exert control or express their twisted fantasies. They often choose specific days or conditions, such as a rainy day, to commit their murders, adding a personal significance to the event. This ritualization gives them a sense of control and power over both their victims and their environment. Many also revisit the crime scene or keep detailed notes or photos to maintain a psychological connection to their actions. These repetitive behaviors are not just random; they reflect deep-seated psychological needs and compulsions that drive them to kill repeatedly in a pattern.

Great potential ..................................................................................................................................................................................................

You did great job showing his twisted side .

To all those children whose smiles were torn, To the little hearts left bruised and worn, To the children who lost their spark, Whose dreams were shattered in the dark. To the muffled screams, the silent cries, To the empty stares and tear-filled eyes, To the prayers that fell on deaf ears, To the god who ignored their fears. To the justice cloaked in endless night, Blind to the wrongs, forsaking the light. This is my justice, raw and true, A flame for all they've been through. For the innocent, broken, and betrayed, This is my vow, my hand unafraid. In a world where darkness seems to reign, I'll be the reckoning, ending their pain. For every injustice that leaves a scar, My justice will reach, no matter how far.

In a world where monsters freely tread, Where innocence lies broken, left for dead, Junko's cry still lingers in the air, A tale of sorrow, too dark to bear. I dream of a vigilante born of rage, A shadow, a reaper, to cleanse this stage, Hunting the beasts that walk unbound, In a land where justice can’t be found. Where gods are slain, and stones we praise, And peace is but a fleeting haze, Laws built by gold, for the rich to reign, While the poor drown in endless pain. Oh, for a reckoning, fierce and true, To rid this world of the evil that grew. A serial killer of monsters untamed, In a broken world, where none are named. Let fear chase those who harm and deceive, In a world where the innocent grieve. - fan of Min ji hoon

Sadhanam kayyil undoo? .....................................................................................................................................................

Mc acts like a 2 year old who got super powers ............................................................................................................................

when is the next chapter coming 😎

If you drop this masterpiece, you better sleep with an eye open.