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At the dining table, Jareth eagerly began to share his so–called glorious past. He came from a single–parent family. After he started junior high, his father was always caught up with work, so he left Jareth in the care of Jareth’s aunt in the city.

A smirk crept onto Jareth’s face as he said, “She was nice to me, but she treated her own kids even better. That really got under my skin.”

With a gleam in his eye, he recounted, “So one day, I tricked my cousins into my room with snacks and ended their lives. Those little brats screamed really loud.”

He leaned closer, clearly reveling in the memory. “And to make sure my aunt would see, I even moved their bodies to the living room. You can’t imagine the look of horror on her face when she opened that door.”

He added, “Then I pounced on her and took her life as well.”

Jareth had sharp, handsome features and stood tall, clearly someone who had been well taken care of. But when he talked about murdering his aunt and cousins, there wasn’t a hint of guilt or regret in his eyes.

In fact, he looked proud, almost like he was bragging about a conquest. Quinlyn couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t looking at a human being, but rather a heartless beast.

As Jareth spoke of his horrible actions, the adults sitting around the table, watching from behind the camera, were horrified. They couldn’t understand how such dark thoughts could come from a mere thirteen–year–old boy.

This case had caused an uproar around the world, and the eventual sentencing had sparked heated debates. At thirteen, there was really just one option for someone like him–juvenile detention.

But now, hearing the depths of his twisted mind, the adults couldn’t help but wonder, ‘Who is the Juvenile Justice System really serving?‘

Dorian and Leander were quite bored by Jareth’s graphic tales of murder, which he had repeated countless times. While they ate, the stories dampened their appetites. However, they were taken aback to see that Quinlyn’s plate was already empty.

Jareth noticed this too, and for a moment, his storytelling paused. He reached out to stop Quinlyn as she attempted to leave. “Are you still hungry? Let me treat you to another dish while we continue our talk,” he offered.

Quinlyn thought, ‘Why refuse free food?‘ She was not full yet, so she sat down. Dorian and Leander volunteered to get more food, eager to put distance between themselves and the conversation.

Jareth’s face loomed closer, those wolf–like eyes gleaming with curiosity as they focused on Quinlyn. He asked, “So, where are you from?”

“The borderlands,” Quinlyn replied.

“Who did

you

kill?”

deserved

many did you kill?” Jareth pushed.

“Countless.”

scoffed, “You think I’m gonna believe that?”

in Jareth flared with irritation. He quickly shifted the conversation. “What about your

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no parents,” Quinlyn said.

Were you so ugly they abandoned you? You know what that means, right? You’re just a burden.

of me,” she replied calmly.

taught you how

a good person; he was killed by

were you when that

“I was nearby.”

Or did you secretly enjoy it? What was it like? Did

go on asking like this!” yelled Howard sharply from the conference room, his expression filled with displeasure. “It’s psychological torture. Nobody can

calmly, “This is only the beginning, Howard. If she can’t handle it,

recalling that he was the one who had strongly recommended Quinlyn for this. He

anxious

down. The boys were clearly intrigued by Quinlyn’s life in the borderlands and bombarded her with questions.

gets really chaotic over there. More murders? Who else got killed?”

teacher died in her second year

didn’t you save her? You’re useless; if it were

into the hands

do anything to

encountered some who wanted to sell me. They locked me in a train with another girl who was kind

she die too?”

she should be with her

The criminals actually let you