Shortly thereafter, at the imposing entrance of the high-level prison, Dakota and Thomas were accompanied by Warden Carlos, who guided them through the gates.

Curiosity got the better of Thomas, and he inquired about the reason for the mad man's confinement in solitary.

"What did he do to end up in solitary? He seems to relish it," Thomas asked Carlos, who held a supervisory position a few levels below the chief.

Carlos explained,

"He challenged a fellow inmate who's serving a life sentence here. Rather than merely defending himself, this guy went berserk. With just a plastic fork, he fearlessly stabbed the much larger prisoner, almost as if it was effortless. If no one had intervened, he might have finished the man off without breaking a sweat."

Thomas couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Dakota's audacity.

"He's a real madman, isn't he? Does anyone else dare to confront him?" he inquired.

With a sinister smile, Carlos responded,

"Hehe, I doubt anyone will dare to even cross his path after this incident."

Once outside the prison gates, Thomas and Dakota headed towards the parking area. Standing by the car, Thomas observed Dakota closely, puzzled by the young man's remarkable composure. Despite being well aware of Dakota's true nature, he couldn't help but notice the absence of any overwhelming emotions in him, as the perpetrator of the heinous murder stared at them unwaveringly.

Dakota nonchalantly opened the car door and slid inside.

"What's on your mind, Tom?" Dakota asked, sensing Tom's prolonged gaze. Tom settled into the driver's seat but couldn't shake the curiosity.

"How can you be so certain that he'll reach out to you?" Tom recollected how, back in the room, Erick had called out Dakota's name and offered assistance, yet Dakota remained silent.

Peering out the window, they noticed the high-security prison area, far removed from civilization. The long journey from the city had led them to a desolate place with no structures around—a perfect location to detain an exceptionally dangerous individual.

"He's a narcissist, and they never accept defeat. Moreover, he's driven by a profound curiosity, believing his actions to be perfect and under his complete control. He wouldn't let the slightest chance for others to insult him," Dakota explained, turning to lock eyes with Thomas through his clear glasses.

"That's precisely why he surrendered himself to the authorities," Dakota added.

Thomas couldn't help but smirk at Dakota's remark. "Surrendered himself? Nah, he was caught while attempting to escape, right?"

Dakota closed the door, put on his seat belt, and didn't say anything anymore. Thomas thinks he might be wrong, is it possible as Dakota said? The young man as usual did not express his opinion easily. Thomas turned on the car engine and rushed out of the parking area.

..............

A Narcissistic known to have very high confidence and self admirer, he adores himself more than anyone else in this world, that's why a very narcissistic person could be categorized as a psychopath in another form, he just starts to believe in himself, and believes there's no one in this world will beat him in anything.

~~~~ Dakota Sorrenson~~~~

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"Help!!"

Screams filled the stillness of the night, the deep darkness.

"Help!!"

A few dozen floors above the ground. In an area of ​​skyscraper construction where a long crane extends its arms far above the ceiling. A figure hangs from the end of the crane. Hanging just like that, without a single garment covering her innocent body.

The countless tears, the chill that pierced the bones, the strong wind that made the skin of the naked woman turn blue. Her hands her arms were tightly wrapped with a large and cold iron chain attached to the end of a crane. Her right leg hanging from a rope with an object in plastic. A cell phone with a clear liquid inside.

"H-Help!!" her voice trembled. Her body was wet and smelled like gasoline. She was shivering to the limits that she might not be able to make any sound anymore. Crying until all her tears were dry.

Somehow she got there, ever since she opened her eyes she was already there, her last memory was having fun with his friends at a karaoke club. She still could hear the repetition of music in her mind.

But, no matter how loud the screams are, there's no way anyone can hear her. An unimaginable horror, is this just a bad dream? But everything is so painful

"Help, huks huuu, he-help"

Suddenly the cell phone in the plastic filled with liquid vibrated, there was an incoming call with the name appearing on the screen 'my dear'. In an instant, some sparks suddenly grew rapidly and grabbed the woman's body.

"Akkhhh!! Help!!"

The fire grew rapidly, in a matter of seconds, the naked body became a flaming torch of fire that lit up the night. Her mournful screams echoed throughout the building area.

She struggled, burning alive until finally the poor woman's body no longer moved.

Someone standing behind the lift. Someone in black clothes who had been watching silently for a long time, even grinning at the sight in front of him without blinking, seemed to be enjoying it. The figure with unique tattoos on his ankles moved away, slowly the elevator moved down along the highest construction not finished building.

...…..

Nestled in the heart of Bayward, the bustling metropolis, stands the prestigious Carlson Wien University, a beacon of knowledge amidst the boundless growth of the capital city.

As the clock ticked towards noon, Dakota concluded his lecture for the day, his careful handwriting now adorning the whiteboard. The rustling of fallen leaves outside briefly graced the windowsill.

With the class now empty, Dakota began organizing his books while Dina, his helpful assistant from the second year, approached him with a warm smile. Among the several students vying to be his assistant, Dina had earned the position, and her sweet demeanor made her an excellent choice.

"Professor, there's a package waiting for you in your office," she said.

Dakota looked up, returning her smile. "Thank you, Dina."

Though a professor, Dakota's age wasn't significantly distant from that of his students. It was an open secret that many of them idolized him more as a mentor than just a teacher. As he made his way to the office, the corridors greeted him with friendly hellos.

"Good afternoon, Professor!" they all chimed.

........

Upon his desk sat a fairly sizable package—a brown cardboard box complete with a courier delivery receipt. Strangely, the sender had omitted their name, leaving Dakota puzzled. When his eyes fell on the receipt, bold words scrawled across the cardboard demanded it be opened immediately, penned in red marker.

Dakota retrieved a cutter from his drawer, a sense of mild indifference clouding his curiosity. Over time, he had received numerous unsolicited items—food, clothes, flowers, books, and even dolls. While usually, his assistant would volunteer to open them, today seemed less hectic, and he decided to tackle it alone.

"Srettt."

The sound of the cutter slicing through the cardboard tape filled the room. As the lid swung open wide, Dakota's movements halted, a sense of surprise washing over him. The contents inside were far from what he had anticipated.

"Heh"

...