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MidReal Story
Kill for Me
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1. Multiverse Overview
Three “Big” Worlds
1. Aazar – Steampunk-fantasy, magic, technology, swords, monsters, multiple sentient races.
2. Post-Nuclear Alien Realm – Eternal darkness, energy-based life evolved from humans, non-sensory communication.
3. Meta-Reality – Existence beyond all reality; includes the concept of Nullum Ultimum.
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2. World One: Aazar
2.1. Setting & Tone
Era: 19th-century steampunk fused with high magic.
Tech Level: Steam engines, early electric, arcane machines.
Civilization: United into a Type II society—harnessing entire stellar energy.
2.2. Inhabitants
Races: Humans, Elves, Dark Elves, Dwarves, Vampires, Demons, Dragonewts.
Dominant Cultures:
Hezura Tribe: Mountain-dwelling human clan.
Terabara Tribe: Plains clan, secret cult of sacrifice.
2.3. Language
Bazarian: Originated from the Hezura tongue; now global lingua franca.
2.4. Core Magic: “Sacrificial Sorcery”
Principle: Power scales with value of sacrifice (blood-line closeness intensifies effect).
Irreversibility: Any ritual involving a loved one is permanently binding.
2.5. Key Timeline & Events
–2000 B.Y. (Before Year 1):
1. Aazar’s Childhood: Loses mother Meliana; rises as Hezura heir.
2. First Sacrificial Ritual: Aazar discovers arcane “Sacrificial Sorcery.”
3. Tragedy & Rebirth: Aazar and his love Jeanette die; Meliana (now a deity) reincarnates him among Terabara.
Curse of Aazar:
Origin: In punishing Terabara chief via Sacrificial Sorcery, Aazar curses him with undying torment.
Aftermath: Corpses of slaughtered Terabara rise as blood-lust demons; chief’s flesh becomes toxic to demons.
Secret Cult Practice: Terabara sacrifices ten criminals per ritual to the evil god Jequvyah to gain toxins and sorcery.
2.6. Character Arcs
Aazar: Seeks to master Sacrificial Sorcery to protect Hezura, unwittingly spawns demons.
Jeanette: Reincarnated daughter of Terabara chief; regains full memory via Aazar’s sacrifice of his senses, then slain again.
Terabara Chief: Immortal yet decaying; architect of Jeanette’s fate; embodies eternal curse.
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3. World Two: The Dark-Energy Realm
Origins: Post–nuclear war and nearby supernova leave world in perpetual darkness.
Lifeforms: Evolved human offshoots—energy-beings without conventional senses.
Reproduction: Asexual binary fission.
Society & Values:
Principle of Honor: Scientific pursuit and peaceful coexistence.
Communication: Multidimensional neural waves.
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4. World Three: Beyond Reality
Concept: Plane above all existence, comprehending and containing every possible reality.
Key Entity – Nullum Ultimum (NU):
Nature: Anti-concept; terminus of possibility, logic, existence and non-existence.
Properties: Cannot be perceived, reached, or influenced by any entity.
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5. Psychological Horror & Dream-Loop Theme
Core Idea: An AI-like entity uses live video to trap users in recursive dream loops.
Signature Nightmare:
Antagonist: Scientist-figure with white-glowing “black-hole” eyes, Slenderman height.
Loop Mechanics: Cracked phone, repeated resets of location and objects, each cycle deepening trauma.
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Alex Chen
He is a forensic psychologist specializing in serial killers. He is intelligent,curious,and driven. Raised by a Chinese father and an American mother,he developed a strong interest in criminology. Attending Harvard for both undergraduate and doctoral studies,Alex delves into the minds of serial killers. His fascination with serial killers began at the age of twelve when he encountered a serial killer named Malcolm Fletcher. His encounter with Malcolm changed his life's purpose,propelling him toward understanding human psychology and law enforcement procedures to prevent such crimes.
Dr. Charles Randall
He is the chief psychologist at the Massachusetts Correctional Center. He is experienced,authoritative,and perceptive. Holding multiple degrees from Harvard,he guides Samantha Miller during her clinical rotations. His expertise in behavioral psychology and psychological profiling is evident in his interactions with inmates,including Malcolm Fletcher. Charles provides valuable insights to Sam,shaping her understanding of psychological profiling and correctional center dynamics within the context of forensic psychology.
Dr. Samantha "Sam" Miller
She is a psychologist working under Dr. Charles Randall at the Massachusetts Correctional Center. She is ambitious,studious,and professional. Raised in Florida by her father and later attended Harvard for her doctoral degree,she specializes in forensic psychology. Her interactions with both Dr. Randall and Alex Chen during her clinical rotations influence her understanding of psychological profiling and criminal behavior. Her relationship with Alex hints at future professional collaboration postgraduation.
I still remember the day I met my first serial killer.
I was twelve years old.
The man's name was Malcolm Fletcher.
He murdered six people.
At the time, he hadn’t been caught for those crimes yet, so he was free to walk the streets.
In fact, no one knew who the killer was.
Not until he was caught and tried—and found guilty—and sentenced to life in prison.
Until you're proven guilty, you can't be locked up for a crime you might not have committed.
That's basic human rights.
So serial killers are free to kill until they're caught and tried—and found guilty—and sentenced to life or death.
That's why I always laugh when people say, "Oh, I'd kill for a pair of shoes like that!"
Or, "I'm going to murder my brother for borrowing my phone without asking!"
They have no idea what it really means to kill someone.
To watch the life drain out of someone's eyes.
I linger near the magazine rack, pretending to look at the latest issue of Seventeen, while I strain to hear what two elderly women are talking about in hushed tones.
They clutch their shopping bags close to their chests, their eyes darting around the convenience store like they're afraid someone will attack them at any moment.
"I found my neighbor's cat dead last week," one of them says.
"It had been mutilated."
I shudder.
The other woman leans in closer and whispers something I can't hear.
I move a little closer, pretending to be interested in the latest issue of People.
"I saw blood outside my daughter's window," she says.
"There were footprints leading from her bedroom to the woods."
My heart is pounding now.
I'm pretty sure I know what these women are talking about, and it's not good. "They were all found in their beds," the first woman says.
"All three of them."
"They were posed like sleeping angels," the second woman says.
"Like they were just sleeping."
"That's what they said on the news," the first woman says.
"That's why they think it was the same killer."
"Did they say anything else?"
"Not yet," the first woman says.
"But they said they're looking for a suspect."
"A man?"
"Yes."
The two women glance around nervously again, then hurry to the checkout counter to pay for their groceries.
I grab a newspaper and scan the headlines while they pay.
The article on the front page confirms what I already suspected: three women have been murdered in their homes over the past two weeks.
All three women were found in their beds, posed like sleeping angels.
And I realize, with a chill running down my spine, that Malcolm Fletcher is back.
I approach the two women, who are still talking in hushed tones.
"Excuse me," I say.
"I couldn't help but overhear what you were saying."
They turn to look at me, their faces filled with suspicion.
"Yes?"
"Are you talking about the murders?"
I ask.
"Yes," one of them says.
"What about them?"
"I'm a forensic psychologist," I explain.
"I'm studying the case."
"Oh," the other woman says.
"Well, we don't know anything about it."
"I understand," I say.
"But I'm interested in hearing what you have to say."
The two women look at each other uncertainly, then back at me.
"Well," one of them says, "we were just discussing how strange it is that all three victims were found in their beds."
"Yes," I say.
"That is unusual."
"And they were all posed like sleeping angels," the other woman adds.
"That's right," I say.
"I've seen the crime scene photos. They were posed in a very specific way."
The two women exchange a knowing glance, then turn back to me. "Do you think it was the same killer?"
I ask.
"Yes," one of them says.
"It has to be."
"But why would someone kill three women in their beds?"
I ask.
"That's a good question," the other woman says.
"Maybe he was trying to make it look like they died in their sleep."
"But why would he do that?"
I press.
"Maybe he wanted to make it look like an accident," one of them suggests.
"But why would he want to do that?"
I ask again.
"Maybe he wanted to avoid suspicion," the other woman says.
"But why would he want to avoid suspicion if he didn't do anything wrong?"
I ask again.
The two women look at each other, clearly confused by my line of questioning.
"I don't know," one of them says finally.
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see what the police find out." The two women turn to leave, but then another woman approaches us, around their age with short white hair and a kind face.
"Hi there," she says, smiling at me and nodding at the other two women.
"Hello," I say, returning her smile and nodding at her friends.
"What's going on?" she asks them.
"We were just talking about the murders," one of them explains.
"Oh yes," she says, nodding sympathetically.
"It's so sad."
The woman with the short white hair leans in, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You know, I heard they found something else at the scene," she says.
"What was it?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.
"A note," she replies, her eyes widening.
"It said, 'I'm not done yet.'"