Psychopath

Blood... it's what I love the most, I've loved seeing it since I was a child. Many people call me a psychopath, but I'm convinced that I'm not the problem. They just don't know the smell of blood and the sensation felt when inhaling that incredible scent... just thinking about it makes me shiver...

However, it's been over ten years since I've been able to smell blood. The last drops of blood I saw were those of my father... ahahahahahahaha

I'm currently in a psychiatric hospital filled with crazy people. I can't understand why I'm here; I just wanted to see blood... I haven't done anything wrong, as far as I know.

Maybe I'm not suited for life in this society, yet I know that most people in this world suppress their urges to kill.

The main reason I'm in this damn hospital is that I killed my family when I was only seven years old. Of course, I don't regret my actions. You're probably wondering why I killed them? The reason is very simple; I wanted to see blood. My parents had always been kind to me; they never hit me, never scolded me; they were perfect parents. However, my craving for blood was greater than the love I had for them... hahahhaahahaha

------- 10 years ago -------

In a small, peaceful house in the middle of the countryside, the house was small but just big enough to accommodate four different people.

Two children played in the living room of the house while their parents talked to each other and laughed. It could be believed that it was the most peaceful day that could exist.

Among the two children, there was a boy and a girl. The boy's name is Asura, specifically Asura Lock, and the little girl's name is Vista Lock. They are both twins, and their appearances are almost similar.

Asura with black hair, extremely dark black, one could get lost in it. His eyes, on the other hand, are red; his eyes often frightened people when he was little. However, his eyes are as frightening as they are seductive. His face was well-defined, with beautiful red lips and a well-defined nose.

Both were seven years old and played as if there would be no tomorrow. It may also be because there really won't be a tomorrow for one of them...

"We were so lucky to have beautiful children like them, they are like their parents," said Asura's father.

"That's true, I love them so much. Even at school, their teacher says they are very smart and that their future will be very bright!" said the mother.

While they were talking, Asura stopped moving and looked his parents in the eyes. Asura didn't know what was happening in his body; his body was moving on its own.

Since he was young, he suppressed his murderous impulses. No one knew what was going on in his thoughts, but Asura had actually had many murderous impulses since he was a baby. He always tried to suppress them to avoid hurting his parents and his sister. However, today, he couldn't control himself...

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