A Killer’s Diary

Every insult, every sneer, every moment of degradation… Xienne has meticulously cataloged it all. Now, with a chilling song as her muse and a diary as her confidante, she begins to repay every slight with brutal precision. But as the bodies pile up, a new face emerges from the shadows—one who seems to know more than they should. In a world where bullies become victims and innocence is a mask, who is truly safe when the predator walks among them, diary in hand?

A Killer’s Diary

Every insult, every sneer, every moment of degradation… Xienne has meticulously cataloged it all. Now, with a chilling song as her muse and a diary as her confidante, she begins to repay every slight with brutal precision. But as the bodies pile up, a new face emerges from the shadows—one who seems to know more than they should. In a world where bullies become victims and innocence is a mask, who is truly safe when the predator walks among them, diary in hand?

The haunting melody echoed in Xienne's mind, a constant, insidious hum. Beatrice, her former tormentor, stood before her, tears streaming down her face, begging. "Psychopath!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with terror.

Xienne laughed, a dry, humorless sound. What a pitiful creature. This was her last day. "Indeed, I am," she murmured, the cold metal of the knife a familiar comfort in her hand. She licked the blade, tasting the faint, coppery tang of blood—a prelude to the feast.

"Run so fast as you can go, time will catch you before you know," Xienne hummed, watching Beatrice stumble away, a desperate, futile escape. There was nowhere to hide, no escape from the reckoning that had been years in the making.

She walked slowly, savoring the moment, the terror radiating from Beatrice. This was payback. Payback for every humiliation, every degradation. The old Xienne was gone, replaced by something sharper, more resolute. They had made her this way.

Beatrice, trapped and trembling, finally collapsed. "Any last words, my darling?" Xienne asked, her voice deceptively soft.

"Bitch, you'll gonna pay for this!" Beatrice wailed.

Xienne's smile widened. "To whom? They don't know anything. Only you. And you won't have the chance to tell anyone. This is your last minute."

She stepped closer, the knife glinting in the dim light. "See you in hell, Beatrice."

The blade plunged, again and again, until the struggling form lay still. Xienne watched, tears mingling with a strange, exhilarating joy. This was vengeance. And it was only the beginning.