~The weirdo kid that sits at the back of the class~.⁠。⁠*⁠♡

/Guess what anime character inspired me to make this freak (⁠。⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠♡/

-!!WARNING DISTURBING CONTENT!!-

~Bogdan was always the peculiar one, a figure who stood apart, draped in the rags of madness, wearing it like a second skin. He dressed in a manner that turned heads, his every gesture tinged with an eerie grace, as if he danced on the very edge of sanity. There was something in his eyes, a flicker of chaos that whispered of untold horrors, and the air around him seemed to hum with the echoes of his unspeakable deeds. Rumors swirled like the wind, whispering of murder, but never did the noose of justice tighten around his neck. He walked among them, a ghost in the flesh, leaving them to wonder: were they in the presence of a monster, or merely a madman lost in the labyrinth of his own mind?

He was Russian, a son of the steppes, yet his tongue knew the secrets of fifty tongues, each one a key to another world, another prison. He had indeed killed, there was no denying that dark truth. His hands had been stained with the blood of his own kin, his own flesh and blood. He had silenced his mother, his father, even his newborn sister, and his dearest friend, all before he was even a man. At the tender age of thirteen, he had become the harbinger of death, the bringer of liberation, as he saw it. His parents, those wretched souls, had been tormentors of the highest order, their sins so grotesque that mere words could never capture the depths of their depravity. And so, he had ended them, severing the ties that bound him to a past too painful to remember.

His sister, a fragile blossom not yet touched by the horrors of life, he had killed out of mercy, a twisted kindness that only the damned could understand. To spare her the life he had endured, he sent her into the abyss, believing it was the only way to set her free. And his friend, his one true companion in a world that had forsaken them both, he had killed for the same reason. In his mind, he was a savior, purging the world of sin, freeing them all from the invisible chains that bound them to their misery.

Yet, despite the blood on his hands, Bogdan was not without a heart. He wept for his victims, mourning them with a sorrow that cut deeper than any blade. He was a creature of paradox, a killer with a soul that ached for the very lives he had taken. But his grief was fleeting, a momentary pang that faded like a morning mist, leaving him to continue his dark journey. He longed for freedom, the kind that only the dead could know, and despised those who claimed to be free yet remained oblivious to the cages that surrounded them. He was a man unhinged, driven by a desire to escape, to fly far beyond the reach of the world that had made him what he was. And so, he wandered on, a lost soul in search of something he could never name, something that perhaps did not exist.~

How Bogdan saw his father:

How Bogdan saw his mother:

/I added those simply for fun sorry if I jumpscared y'all .⁠·⁠ ́⁠ ̄⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠ ́⁠ ̄⁠`⁠·⁠./

The body's were never found only the head of his mother was found with the seed of a rose in her mouth..: