Psycho-pass Main Character Novels & Stories

He was done being guided, done being controlled. He would be his own person. A psychopath, if they thought that’s what it took. And if that’s what it took to survive? Then so be it. ____ Jaden couldn’t put his mind in class. That alone pissed him off. He told himself it was nothing. Of course it was nothing. There was nothing he wanted from Kai. Nothing. He’d said it enough times that it should’ve stuck. Study him. Observe him. Understand the murder case. That was it.

Indeed, a psycho have emotions too, they just need someone who'll understand and won't leave them when they need them the most and it happens to be her, my Baby Milda. She was the psychopath obsession and become the wife now. I love you so much... I promise to never leave you, forever.

My heart is beating fast like it will explode inside my chest anytime. I can't let him know that I have seen what he was hiding. I can't believe what I have seen. Is he even human! After seeing this room I am sure that he is not normal and I have to escape from here anyhow. He is a complete psycho. He has issues inside his head. " Aren't you here, Jaan? He again asked and I can hear his slow footsteps. I have to escape from this room as soon as possible. If he caught me here then I am done for sure. He will punish me for not obeying him. It was a strict order from him to not see this room and I have violated his order.

At this moment, Jack’s cold voice sounded. “You could have succeeded, but because of your hesitation, you lost your chance to live. In other words, you gave up on yourself.” Meanwhile, Judy took a deep breath and said, “It’s too scary. It’s all connected. Is this the Death Inquisitor?” “Our opponent is indeed not simple. Before the execution, he has studied everyone, including their psychology, characteristics, and habits.” Ross glanced at Monica. After all, Monica was a professional in the field of psychology.

Or sometimes some clients demand more and are increasingly dependent on them. Well... that's the life of a psychologist, sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter. But that's where Jihoo comes in. As a man in his mid-twenties, Jihoo has the patience and strength that can save Caroline from her troublesome clients. Not infrequently Jihoo plays the character as an evil stepfather by dragging away clients who begin to experience dependence on Caroline.

Ayesha would be laughing too if she weren’t scared about what would happen to her, ‘I just had to investigate him myself instead of asking my friends to check him out,’ she regretted. “I’m not joking, I am the main character,” Sikandar insisted. “This is too good,” Sahil took a breath, “You think you are a big shot just because you can control void and nullify karamats.” “If you’re the main character, why are you stuck with us?” a nameless goon asked, ‘Are you getting lazy AI?’ It’s called minimalism. “Because my life needs drama,” Sikandar answered. The goons laughed again, “Do you think you’re in a drama or something?” Another nameless goon asked.

"He needs to verify exactly when a psychological specialist capable of decoding a person's mind showed up next to Kessler." Meeting that cold, predatory focus, Avery swallowed hard. "You used me as a decoy." "A decoy?" The corner of Dominic's mouth twitched slightly as he returned his gaze to the glass. "Don't sell yourself short. You're currently my primary chip." A primary chip. The phrasing functioned like a barbed hook, embedding itself deep into Avery’s remaining pride. She could feel it twist inside her, sharp and unforgiving. "Then what about the address you promised me?" she asked, burying the emotional volatility mounting within her chest.

Just her and the work and the plan laid out in the notebooks stacked neatly at the end of the bench. She pulled the first notebook toward her. Opened it. Her own handwriting from three years ago. Neat and precise and completely certain about everything it was doing. *Subject profile: Damien Voss. CEO Voss Industries. Age 31. Psychological assessment consistent with primary psychopathy with elevated fixation markers. History of obsessive attachment to objects and concepts. No documented romantic relationships. Suspected olfactory sensitivity above baseline. Potential susceptibility to compound V7 estimated at 89% based on psychographic modeling.*

I looked down at her. "Chloe, do you remember who you are?" She suddenly stopped struggling. The vicious look on her face faded, replaced by confusion. I crouched beside her and met her eyes. "Tester ID X-7492, right?" Her voice changed. A man's voice came out of her mouth. "How did you figure it out?" The chat completely lost it: [OMG! Split personality?!] [Wait, the tester possessed the BOSS?!] [This plot is insane!]

he said, looking at me directly now, “it misleads the attacker into believing they understand what they’re looking at. That’s not standard security design. That’s psychological warfare disguised as infrastructure.” I held his gaze. He wasn’t exaggerating. He was impressed. Genuinely. “When my team told me the entire system was designed by a single person who also manages physical security operations for the Inferno,” he added, “I wanted to meet you immediately.” I narrowed my eyes slightly. “So you intervened in a coffee shop to… what, recruit me?” “No,” he said simply. “That would imply I thought I could afford you.” That caught me off guard. He smiled faintly, almost amused at his own answ