text: As the TV at the bar flickered everyone looked at it in shock. “This horrendous” the lady in the TV sayed. “How can a man, who was described by his family as loving and thoughtful, be made to do something like that?” I took the last sip of my beer and made myself with a smile on my face towards the door. “Another win for me” I thought as Something in the corner of my eye took my attention. I would almost call it a super power, but for the time being I am only a human. It was a young man, at most twenty years old. He was alone and mumbling to himself. I made my way through the crowd to come out right behind him. “Hello young man” He was startled. “H-Hello” “How are you on this fine day?” “I don't think I should talk to someone I just met.” Then let's change that. I am Selcuk. Damian Selcuk, but you can just call me Damian.” "It's nice to meet you Damian. I'm Sam. " I could see the change in his eyes. That is a good sign, at least for me. For everyone else? Worthy of discussion. “So, Sam." I clicked my tongue. “Is there something that distresses you?” Ahhh my catchphrase, every time I say it a cold chill runs down my spine. I could see how his gloominess started to appear above him. "It's just... today 11 years ago my dad died and my Mother just does not care. She only cares for her new husband and they're twins. It's like she completely forgot about my dad.” Glorious success. A big smirk appeared on my face. We talked for a long time. It was a back and forth until I got him to the point I wanted. Then I heard him say it. “I really loved my dad, I just can't understand how she can replace him and, and me too.” He started to cry “I just cant I hate them, those two, no all of them. They should suffer as I have.” I could hear his teeth grinding and muscles stiffening. Yes, Sam embraces the anger and use it. “They should perish for what they've done to you. Don't you think? “Yes they should. But how?” His eyes lit up. “The twins” Ah he is so far i don't even need to help. Perfect. “Thank you so much Damian.” I smiled. “No, I have to thank you. I think you know what you have to do?” “Yes I do. I hope to see you again soon.” As he was walking away I whispered to myself. “I doubt It” In the door Sam bumped into a police officer. "Oh, sorry Officer.” “don't mind it.” She was searching the room as her eyes matched mine, her expression became more serious. She took the place Sam was sitting in just a moment ago. “Hello Mister...” she was looking at her notes. “Selcuk” “Please call me Damian.” “Alright Damian we are investigating the recent spike in crimes Involving Intense violence and deaths. To our surprise every suspect had talked to you at least a week before the act. Do you know something about it?” I put down my Jug of beer. “Listen Officer, I am no monster. I just talk to a lot of people. I just talked for hours to the boy that bumped into you at the door. Also do I really look like someone who is a criminal mastermind?” Her intensity subsided. “I'm sorry I guess you're right. I will take my leave now " "I grabbed her arm “Officer is there something that distresses you?” A frown on her face appeared. “It's just, my wife” I smudged and thought “Jackpot.” A few days later I found myself at the same spot. The TV flickered again “The young man was arrested. But the twins are still in critical condition. But the real question is how could a man do this to his own family” Good job Sam, really good job. A hand appeared on my shoulder “excuse me Mister.” I turned around and there was a police officer. “I'm not trying to pronounce that. I have a few questions for you.” He looked annoyed and seemed to have no desire to be here. “Of course officer, take a seat.” “I just need to finish the investigation from an officer who recently went on a rampage. It won't take long.” I smiled on the inside. "Of course but at first. Is there something that distresses you? I love this life.