Mob Psycho100 Novels & Stories

I stared at him, wide-eyed, my mind was still grappling with the absurd words that came out of his mouth. My heart was pounding in my chest like a drum as I sweat with cold, my lips were trembling while my fingers were fidgeting on my lap. “It’s as simple as that. It’s not that hard, you see,” he said casually, as if killing a person, your very own father at that, isn’t a big of a deal. He is absolutely, without a doubt, a psychopath.