🖤 The Serial Killer Mind
He doesn't kill for pleasure.
He kills to erase the sound of laughter that never belonged to him.
Every happy family is a trigger.
Every scream, a lullaby.
She was quiet, a shadow.
But shadows don’t just follow—they stalk.
He thought he found a mirror.
He didn’t know she came with her own blade.
In a world that applauds the normal,
They write symphonies in blood.