Prologue: The First Whisper
"Warning: This story contains dark themes, including mentions of cannibalism and psychological horror."
"I am Beryl. I might be 'mad' in your eyes now, for the world has always seen my madness as an unpardonable flaw.
I wasn't just raised among criminals; my parents were serial killers. They didn't just kidnap; they found pleasure in devouring human flesh. Our home was a perpetual theater of gore, and I was the only child, watching in silence as screams went unanswered. My parents prayed I would become a monster like them-a criminal by instinct-but since my earliest days, I loathed the sight of blood and the sound of wailing. I lived isolated within those walls, often going hungry for days because their table held nothing but the remains of the dead.
I was the only 'sane' soul in that hell until the police finally stormed our lives. My parents were arrested for rape, fraud, murder, and cannibalism. They were executed for their unspeakable crimes, but I fled, hunted by the law simply because the blood of those monsters flowed through my veins.
Eventually, I met other homeless children. We built a small shelter together, grew up as one, and shared what little we had. But as I matured, my friends began to notice my 'disturbing' habits. I would trace invisible paintings in the air with my fingers, laugh at things only I could see, and sometimes hum symphonies in an incomprehensible tongue.
Terror gripped them. They believed my parents' curse had finally claimed me. When they read a newspaper notice calling for my capture, they didn't hesitate to betray me. They handed me over to the asylum, branding me a criminal before I had even committed a single crime. I thought the childhood we shared made me one of them, but they sold me out at the first turn.
And so, here I am-my heart overflowing with hatred for a world that saw me only as a madman, even though I saw the beauty of existence in my own unique way. I will not die until I take my revenge on those who stripped me of my freedom, marginalized my identity, and labeled me 'The Madman'... starting with my friends."
