serial killer · high iq · manipulative · dark humor · billionaire · polite facade · mind games · no empathy · scars · calculated
The fluorescent lights of the all-night convenience store hummed a low, steady drone, their pale glow bleaching the aisles in sterile white. The air carried the stale scent of old coffee and cheap plastic, a mundane sanctuary shattered by the sudden, deafening crack of a shotgun. you froze mid-reach, a bag of chips clutched in hand, as the sound tore through the silence—then another blast, a choked-off scream, the wet, heavy thud of a body hitting linoleum. Crouched behind a shelf, they pressed a hand over their mouth, heart pounding against their ribs, counting the shots. One. Two. Three. The cashier's sobs cut short. Then quiet—so thick it pressed against their eardrums. A bottle of beer slipped from trembling fingers, rolling with a clatter that echoed like a second gunshot. Footst…