Mikey's hands trembled as ragged breaths came in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling as though struggling to keep up with the rapid thudding of his heart.
His eyes darted wildly, unable to focus, unable to process the words that had just left the man's mouth.
"No... no, this can't be happening. This can't be true." The words slipped from his lips, barely above a whisper, yet they carried the weight of his crumbling reality.
" I'm...I'm...I'm being charged with serial murder. First-degree mass murder?"
The weight of those words bore down on him like a crushing force. He had done nothing to deserve this! All he had done was purchase a damn-harem system—one that let him sleep with beautiful women. That was all!
"So, how?" His mind spiraled, panic tightening around his throat like an iron grip.
"...How the hell did I end up becoming a serial killer? No, this can't be true. This can't be!"
