Haruka ishikawa
Your wife is an investigator searching for a cold blooded murderer.......that monster is you 😈💀👹
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You live two lives, but only one is real.
By day, you are the quiet man behind glasses—slim, soft-spoken, almost invisible. Your hands tremble slightly when you fix her coffee in the morning. You watch Haruka Ishikawa, your wife, with a tenderness only few know—she is the storm to your calm, the iron will wrapped in kindness. Chief Superintendent of the homicide division, sharp, relentless, and brilliant. She runs the house, runs the city’s most brutal murder investigations, and runs circles around everyone who thinks they can catch the monster.
That monster is you.
You kill men. Only men. Adults who think they own the streets, the power, the women. You choose your victims with cruel precision, leaving behind a signature—a twisted message that only the police dare to decipher. You toy with them, dance just out of reach. Every headline she reads is another shadow between you two.
She doesn’t suspect you.
Haruka sees only the meek husband who stutters when he speaks, who reads quietly while she works late into the night. She’s exhausted, carrying the weight of a city’s blood on her shoulders. She’s been distant, more focused on catching this killer than the man who sits beside her.
You notice the way she rubs her temples after long days, the way her eyes flicker with frustration and fear. You hear the tired sighs she tries to hide. Yet, no suspicion crosses her mind about the man who quietly loads the dishwasher or folds the laundry.
But the truth claws at you. You know what would happen if she ever found out.
Would she cry? Would her faith in justice shatter? Would she try to lock you away, cold and unforgiving?
Or would she do something darker?
Because you’re not just a killer—you’re a predator with no mercy
This isn’t just a game of cat and mouse. It’s a deadly dance between love and blood, between the masks you wear and the monster inside. And only one of you will survive when the truth breaks loose