THE VISIONARY FILE 1

YOU ARE NOW READING THE FOLLOWING OFFICIAL FILE OF SUBJECT NO. 166
ALSO KNOWN AS ROMEO WHITLOCK OR "THE VISIONARY".

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BONUS 01.

The following is a recorded interview between the URBANSHADE Employees and WHITLOCK.

❛ I remember hearing whispers from the great unknown about this opportunity. I had no idea of how I'd get there but I wanted out.It isn't worth living in permanent solitude when your mind is no longer yours. I was programmed to serve as a product maker to make many forms of art. However, there was no opportunity there.I was looked at like a pyscho who deserved nothing but the tomb in which I may rest upon. Everything I did was never to their standards. Truthfully, I knew deep down I was not their son. I had to leave. I just had to.If I didn’t Kill then I would have ||died trying. I wanted to live so bad from the day I got there. Ah… I think I’m done for now. ❜

Updated as of August 28. Next Update coming soon.

THE LOVER SAGA.

We were both created in chaos, we were both born to destroy.Though it wasn’t always like this.Valerie's beauty was like the wildflowers in their unspoiled splendor. I remember meeting her vividly. That summer day, for our two-hour piano session, felt like a dream replaying endlessly in my mind. I often wonder what made her see something worthwhile in a soul like mine. Maybe it was an act of compassion, or perhaps she saw something more. In her presence, my heart unfurled like a flower newly kissed by sunlight, discovering a life I never thought possible. A Companion, a friend. Who knew it would end just as quickly as it had started.

A natural introvert all my life, I first met her when we were both six years old. Little did I know that this chance encounter would weave us so closely together. We saw each other only twice a week, yet she was the most enchanting girl I had ever laid eyes on. I vividly recall the blush that would creep across my face just from sitting beside her on the piano bench. It felt as though my heart might burst from the sheer intensity of my feelings, even though, at that young age, I couldn’t quite grasp why my nerves were so aflame.She was the complete antithesis of me, her presence radiating a golden allure that enchanted everyone around her. Her eyes, a mesmerizing blend of sea hues, and her hazelnut hair only added to her captivating charm. I was rendered speechless in her presence, humbled by her brilliance which I found both overwhelming and magnetic. Though not every practice was flawless, she guided me to learn the virtues of kindness and generosity. Yet, as time wore on and the weight of our dedication grew, we sometimes found ourselves entangled in disagreements.

Our first disagreement occurred when we were just 13. She was unsettled by the fact that I was assigned to compose a new piece with a violinist named Aster. Aster was enchanting, with a mischievous charm that never failed to make me smile. His humor was irresistible, and our practice sessions, which were thrice a week, seemed to fly by compared to the twice-weekly ones with Val. Ah, yes, this was when I began affectionately calling her Val. She couldn't hide her discontent at my increased time with Aster, a stark contrast to our nearly seven years of shared history.I caught a glimpse of her before practice, and though I tried to reach her with my words, she wouldn’t let my voice find its way to her heart. I didn’t know how to make things right; I was just a boy still figuring out life’s simplest things, like how to handle laundry—or love. But for her, I gave it my all. Even if she refused to listen, I’d still carry the hope that one day, she might hear what I could never quite say.

I had no idea those few days of silence would be just the beginning. Each moment without a word from her felt like agony. Val made it clear she didn’t want me to have any contact with Aster, not even during practice. She began attending my sessions, and it became obvious that they never got along. For seven long years, I was merely a bystander to their unspoken rivalry as we all grew up. Val blossomed into a stunning beauty, while Aster glowed with an undeniable charisma. And somewhere along the way, I, too, had grown into a man, caught between the pull of two extraordinary beings of life.My hair had grown past my shoulders, its mossy green strands highlighting the depth of my violet eyes—eyes that seemed to captivate them both. Val especially loved running her fingers through my hair, carefully styling it into that ‘messy yet perfectly neat’ bun she had mastered. I never quite understood the way they looked at me, with a softness that made my so-called 'dead' eyes seem alive to them. Perhaps, in those quiet moments, they saw something in me I couldn't see myself, something that made them long for my attention whenever they had the chance.

My parents had arranged a grand gala, one where everyone was expected to attend, even me. I had never been fond of dressing up for strangers, but in the end, their decisions were always final, leaving me no room to protest. I resigned myself to the evening, knowing that fighting it would be pointless. The night was uneventful until fate intervened, and I unexpectedly crossed paths with Aster. Just as I stepped out of my room, having taken a moment to recharge, there he was, catching me off guard in the most disarming way. Suddenly, the evening didn’t seem to drag as much as it once had.I remember the moment he confessed, his voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and sincerity.“I know this is sudden, and I’ve never quite known how to say it. You’d think I would’ve found the courage sooner, but I couldn’t—until now. Tonight, I couldn’t wait any longer. I love you. I love you more than the moon longs for the sun’s return, more than the ocean aches to meet the horizon. If today were my last, I would be at peace, knowing I’ve told you this, with you by my side.”

I was completely overwhelmed by his words, speechless as my lips parted in shock, my eyes wide with surprise. Who knew he could be so poetic? A warm flush bloomed across my cheeks and ears, painting my pale skin with a softness I hadn’t felt in so long. I remember the moment our hands found each other, fingers intertwining as he gently pulled me closer, his eyes meeting mine. I could see he was just as nervous as I was, but there was something electric between us. And then, without thinking, I leaned in and kissed him. I kissed him, and it felt like everything I’d ever wanted. He was just as surprised, but he melted into it, holding me close as if neither of us wanted to let go. We stayed that way, pressed against the door of my bedroom, lost in the simplicity and sweetness of that moment—like time had stopped, and all that mattered was us.As my eyes fluttered open, I could’ve sworn I caught a glimpse of hazelnut locks in the corner of my vision—a fleeting moment that, unknown to me, marked the beginning of the end. Time passed, and two years later, the third gala was upon us. I can still remember the murmur of the commotion that filled the air, though it carried a weight I didn’t yet understand.“ You stole what was mine and you no longer have the right to criticize me. “

The constant bickering between my lover and my childhood friend was something I'd grown used to, though I wished I’d reacted better–so many times I stood by, hoping they'd work it out. But this time was different. Through the narrow cracks, I saw it –a pistol, cold and deadly, aimed at my terrified partner. Before I could even move, the deafening BANG echoed through the air. Blood. Silence. The sound of footsteps from the hall rushing toward the scene. And then, the sickening thud of his body hitting the ground. Something inside me snapped. Red… everywhere. So much red filled my vision, igniting something dark and primal in the pit of my soul. The rage surged through me like a beast unleashed, tearing through the passive shell I had always worn. Maybe it had building for years, festering from the endless nights, the relentless abuse. But now, I was no longer in control– no longer the person they thought they knew. I was a wild animal.I remember bursting through the door, barely feeling the weight of it as I charged at her, slamming her to the ground. My fist found her face, pausing upon impact, fueled by a rage I didn't know existed in me. I ripped the gun from her hand, my heart pounding so loud I could hardly hear anything else – but then came the laugh. That twisted, maniacal laugh. She grinned through the blood, mocking me, taunting me for being so tangled up with Aster. She was proud, proud of snuffing the light from his eyes. My hair had fallen loose, shrouding my face, but she wasn't afraid. She reveled in it. This was what she wanted all along – to drag me down to her level. She smeared the blood on her hands, reached out, and touched my face.I felt nothing. Just empty. Hollow

I let her humiliate me, twist the nightmare she'd created into some cruel cruel joke. Her thumbs pressed into my cheeks, smearing a twisted smile across my face as I burned with rage. My grip on the gun tightened as she whispered, urging me to do it. ‘This is the only way to make our love unbreakable. My blood will stain your hands forever. No one will believe you.’ Her words were venom, sinking deep, but before I could even think, I was swinging. The butt of the gun connected with her skull, but her laughter – god, that laughter – kept echoing, clawing at my sanity. I swung again. Harder. And again. Desperate to make it stop.Please. Make it stop. Make it STOP!It wasn’t until my parents appeared in the doorway, their screams ripping through the air, that I finally saw what I had done. The beauty that had once been there—gone, twisted into something unrecognizable. There was no explanation I could give, not with two bodies on the floor and the gun clutched in my hand. For the first time, my dead, empty eyes filled with guilt as I stared back at their horror-stricken faces. I wanted to cry, to break down, but there was nothing. Not a tear. And even if there had been, they wouldn’t have cared.

The rage was still boiling over, searing every nerve. There were no witnesses. No innocents. I remember them—my so-called ‘parents’—screaming at me, not about the one I loved, not about me, but about their precious ‘step-daughter.’ They didn’t care that she had taken everything good from me, destroyed every last piece of decency I had left. They never cared about me. They only cared about her. Even now, with her blood on the floor, their eyes were still filled with concern for her. As if I was ever supposed to end up with her. That’s what they wanted, wasn’t it? They planted that seed in me years ago, twisting my life around her, as if that was ever my fate.But I wasn't theirs to control anymore.Knowing them, it wouldn't surprise me if they set her up to do this. But they didn't expect me to fight back the way I did. To hell with this family – it was never real to me anyway. I had seen the documents the night before. I knew the truth. I wasn't theirs.

‘YOU ANIMAL! YOU MONSTER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?’They had no idea what an animal truly was. If I were one, they’d still be alive, and I'd be caged. But instead, they became the prey in my sick game. Dismembered, disfigured – reduced to piles of organs and unrecognizable mush. By the time they found me, no one could make sense of what they were seeing.All I remember is laughing, full of glee.“ It's over! It's finally over! I did it! I can finally go home! “My current introductory file is very incorrect. I never killed 26 people. Only 25. I could never hurt the one I cherished so much.