..And I felt nothing when I killed him, no sadness, no guilt..Just satisfaction.

Veela was born without emotions, so growing up it was hard but not really? It was difficult to see what she liked and didn't like. Veela was always the quiet kid, but was she a prodigy. She always had this emotionless dead/killer eye stotic look. But she didn't even have to do work. She was incredibly smart, from just a example or glance she was able to pick it up and understand it. Of course she wasnt perfect but all she needed was 1 or 2 examples of whatever she was learning to understand and master. She took psychology and forensics. Keep these in mind. Veela became valedictorian and graduated everything early but nothing csught her attention. Thats until her home was broken into..You see, her life wasn't full of riches or prosper, very very quite the opposite. Her father lived paycheck to paycheck, on top of that he had lupus so he was always very weak. Anywas, so her home got broken into and she was irritated. The man had a gun as he searched around and she managed to sneak behind her with a large machete her father kept for gutting fish. She swung with all her strength as the man turned he instinctively moved his left arm toward the blade to block it. However, it easily cut through his hand and barely stopped at his skull as it did cut into his head a bit..Blood splattered on her face. But she pulled back and wedged it this time into his head before he got a chance to even move the gun to shoot her. The blood gushed out coating her face in blood..But she..She liked it..? It felt oddly pleasantful. Hearing the pain and feeling squirming until it stopped.

Since then, she didn't get charged at all after the police were called and would continue her life. But..she never forgot the feeling..Eventually, she remembered her forensic teacher talking about his murders and the flaws they always missed..As well as the psychological of the human mind. With this knowledge she went down a darker path..