CHAPTER 23- END OF CASE 201

"Die, bitch!"

I swing the axe, aiming for the man's foot, and hit it with precision. I hear the ligament crack as warm liquid flows from behind me to the floor.

"Argh! Fuck you, bitch!" he screams in pain, writhing on the floor.

I can't help but grin, my lips trembling. I want to be like them, to embrace evil and become a killer driven by the anger and pain I feel now. But I don't know what's holding me back from reverting to being a psychopath.

When I was a child, I could kill innocent animals due to my mental disorder. My classmates kept their distance and labeled me a psycho. I couldn't fully comprehend what it meant, so I simply ignored everyone.

I also had a mother who loved me in a way no one else could. So before entering secondary school, my mental state stabilized. I began experiencing emotions like joy, pain, worry, and love. Compassion? Well, yes, a hint of compassion for others. But I only felt it fully towards my mother.

In high school, the words of others started affecti