"Are you all idiots?"

The crowd turned around to see (name), the murderer themself.

"Why are you discussing what those victims did to drive me to kill them? Who cares about whether or not I was bullied, or if I was mentally ill? Those murders were my choice, and it is no one's fault but mine. I will not have you slandering and faulting those victims for being murdered by me."

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