Have you ever delved into the enigmatic allure that wicked individuals possess, encircled by the crème de la crème of society? Their once vibrant façade fades into a colorless existence when mingling amidst their own kind. They exploit the marginalized, casting them as pawns in their elaborate game of entertainment, a rickety structure built upon a foundation of hypocrisy.Only two souls bear witness to the shadows that dwell within me.In the grand theater of deception, I masquerade as a jester, enchanting my master. Yet, when their awareness grows heavy, drenched like cotton balls immersed in water, I strike without a trace of remorse.I. Am. Not. Mad.