Psst, hey, you!

Yes, you, right there. D’you have a minute?

I want to get some things off my chest, things that have troubled me for some time now.

You see, I have done many deeds. Misdeeds, to be precise.

Get my drift?

Never mind, there’s no point in beating around the bush.

To put it simply, I’m a serial killer.

Yes, you heard it right. Now, don’t freak out or run away.

Are you judging me? If you are, I don’t blame you.

Serial killers have been demonized to the hilt, courtesy of the stupid movies you watch.

Hey, come on, I’m not that bad. I’m just a victim of circumstance.

I was just like you once, merely existing, minding my business.

But as time passed, I got frustrated with my life.

Sick and tired of being nobody, I wanted the whole world to know me, to speak of me.

There were two paths to achieve my goal: the righteous path and the evil path.

If you were in my shoes, you would’ve most likely chosen the first option.

But no, not me. I didn’t want to be a wimpy loser like you. I wanted to be different; I wanted to be more.

That’s why I took the road less traveled. Looking back at that moment, I don’t regret my decision.

Where I come from, a philosopher famously said, “The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”

First times are always special, and for me, it was no different.

I still remember my first murder. Smooth, effortless, precise.

Most serial killers prefer killing their target quickly, leaving them dead within minutes.

Well, I found that modus operandi to be stupid. Hell, there’s absolutely no fun in that. Right?

Being unique, I preferred my victims die a slow yet painful death.

I wanted to relish seeing them suffer, the life force sucked from them inch by inch.

Sorry, I have digressed. Where was I?

Oh yes, my first murder. Thank you.

Premeditated murder wasn’t my jam; committing a crime of passion was.

I didn’t approach my first victim. She crossed paths with me by chance.

You might have heard about love at first sight; for me, it was bloodlust at first sight.

Unable to control myself, I attacked her on a whim.

She fought for her life, struggling to breathe. Before long, she died, much to my joy.

I coulda stopped after that whole incident. But it was too late.

Because when I fell in love with committing murder, I fell hard.

Killing is an experience like no other. Almost magical. Grow a pair and try it someday.

Enough of the advice. Back to my story.

I was intoxicated by the thrill of that first murder. My flirtation shortly turned into a dangerous obsession.

I went on a murderous rampage, killing countless people along the way.

Though my murders were concentrated in my own country when I started off, I soon traveled to lands far and wide to continue my nefarious exploits.

My infamy spread soon, to an extent that just the mere mention of my name sent a chill racing down everyone’s spine.

With every passing month, I became more powerful and feared. It was just a matter of time before I became the most dreaded serial killer history has ever seen.

As of today, I’m still at large, killing people now and then.

Many governments are desperately trying to stop me. But being the sadist I am, I have always slipped past them. They can’t control me.

At this moment, I harbor a strong desire to take another life.

Currently, I’m on a dark road. Just finished attacking a victim.

Think I’ll hop over to the next.

Oh look, there’s someone walking past me now. He’s let his guard down.

The loser doesn’t even have anything to protect himself. Bad for him, good for me. Watch as I prepare myself…

I inch closer, slow and steady. Seizing the moment, I pounce.

In for the kill, I enter his nose, going down his throat, all the way to his lungs. Soon, this man will start displaying symptoms and hopefully meet his end.

And he will not be my last.

Who knows? You too could be next.

For my sake, please don’t take the necessary precautions, so my murderous spree can continue…