"People fake a lot of human interactions, but I feel like I fake them all, and I fake them very well. That's my burden, I guess. I don’t understand why everyone else feels so natural and I don't. I mean, I get the mechanics of it – smile, handshake, small talk – but I don’t get it. And that’s the key to my survival. Because people need to see normalcy in me, and I’m more than willing to provide that illusion. They see me as friendly, kind, and trustworthy. But that’s just a mask, a costume I wear. Deep down, I feel nothing. I am... empty. And that emptiness drives me to do things others could never imagine. But maybe that’s what makes me… me."