Genius Profiler Hansol Im

Chapter 3: My Son Wouldn’t Do That

Antisocial Personality Disorder

was also known as Sociopathy

• a person who has this disorder act in ways that go against socially acceptable norms. They tend to break laws and feel little or no guilt when they do something wrong. This condition usually develops in childhood, but one cant get a diagnosis until theyre 18 or older. (Doctors diagnose kids who have antisocial problems with conduct disorder.¹

Hansols car glides towards the outskirts of downtown Seoulthe place he arrived at was the neighborhood where he lived as a child 10 years ago. Hansol had gotten off the car and gone to the place where if it hadnt been for that day, it might have been the place where he still might be living.

He looked around as he passed the road. Children were laughing, parents, who seemed excited at the sight of the children, and elderly people sitting in the playground and talking amongst themselves. He knew that the place hadnt changed. Hansol knew that he was the one who had changed in the familiar place.

Hansol entered an alley as the sound of the heels of his shoes hit the ground. He finally entered the place. He felt his throat turn dry it was a place that made him feel thirsty. As he kept walking to that place, memories of the past started to overflow into Hansols head. When he got to the front of the building, where the words 'Demolition for the redevelopment of area O' were displayed, it brought back memories of that day.

Im home. Hansol, wearing a school uniform, entered through the front door. However, the atmosphere in the house was unusually different.

At that time, his mother, who shouldnt have been at home, was talking to someone in the living room, and the person didnt even bother to glance at Hansol when he came in.

When his mother looked at Hansol, she looked at him as if she was looking at a monster and not her child. Hansol didnt have to take another look at her eyes to know what that meant.

As he grew older, he always heard the rumors flowing around and saw the fear that their eyes held. but why was his mother looking at him like that?

When Hansol was a child, he once tore off a butterfly's wings right in front of his mother. Right now, his mothers eyes seemed the same as they were on that day when he left the wingless butterfly to stagger on the ground.

Sitting across his mother was a man whom Hansol had seen somewhere.

As Hansol tried to get closer, the man quickly pulled a knife and pointed it at his mothers neck. When he looked closely, his mothers wrists were handcuffed. Okay, now that the sons here, shall we start playing a game?

There was no change in Hansols expression. Only the urge to destroy something was burning in his heart. For example, the man in front of him. He wanted to see that man stabbed multiple times and rolling on the floor, wincing in pain.

But NO, he couldnt do that as he was educated that he shouldnt harm others.

I told you that your son has an antisocial personality disorder. Now, look at him. Your sons face hasnt even changed when the situation in front of him is terrifying. I told you, right? That he is one of us. He is my kind.

ah, I remember that man.

His father, a professor of psychiatry, after several requests from the police, agreed to do profiling. There was a time when it was shown on the news. The perpetrator, who tried to use a mental illness as an excuse for his acts, could not escape due to Professor Ims profiling and was sentenced to a high sentence.

Not long ago, that man managed to break out, and from the news, it was said that the police were preparing an emergency arrangement for the situation. The place where he seemed to head for was Hansols house.

why my sons expression hasnt changed?! It is because he was too shocked by you! I am telling you, RELEASE ME!

His mother was a caring and loving one, but she was always busy working. Because of that, Hansols education was handed over to his busy father. The mother Hansol always watched was the mother who always got dressed up, went out of the front door in haste, and returned home with overflowing shopping bags. His mother was completely unaware of what Hansol was.

Hansol*-ah*, uh? Mom will call the cops kuak. The knife pointed at his mother was thrust close to her neck, making blood flow down.

Hansol just stood there silently. He was trying to assess the criminals behavior when he would use the knife to threaten him: if his mother resisted or Hansol made any provocations, the man would feel pleasure in hurting her. He did say Hansol and himself are of the same kind. And he might just stab her the next time.

See! Your son hasnt even reacted. Look at his expressionless face! It is an expression which says that it doesnt matter whatever happens to his mother, right? Now, Im Hansol. Go ahead and call your dad. Go ahead and do it, dont you think that the game is getting boring?

Hansol took one step forward. The man immediately moved the knife closer to his mother. The closer you come, the more danger your mother will be, understand?

She was a mother who could never give proper attention to her son, a kind of mother who didnt even care why her son was suddenly wearing long pants. Even though he hid everything from his mother, he believed that his mother truly loved him. Did love exist in such a form? What was the right form of love? Was it his fathers or mothers love?

Even at the moment when his mothers life was in jeopardy, it felt a little funny when he ended up thinking about her love. Without knowing, Hansol smiled.

Hansol*-ah!*

His mother, who witnessed it, shouted in shock. If he was a normal child, he wouldnt have laughed at such a moment. She realized that her child really did have a personality disorder. Just as the man said, her child couldnt feel the right emotions.

to laugh at this moment. Im Hansol. Answer honestly. You feel like laughing, right? Because this situation is interesting.

Hansol took another step forward. The man squeezed on the hilt as he looked at Hansol, coming close to him with a smile on his mouth. If he kept doing that, his mothers neck would be cut.

Finally, Hansol spoke, this isnt fun.

it isnt?

Mister, this doesnt change anything, right? Ah, does mister find this situation fun? Is this fun?

this, this bastard! Do you think that Ill let your mom go just because you say that stuff?

You dont have to let her go.

IM HANSOL!

His mother screamed his name. Even after her desperate scream, Hansol took a slow step toward the man. The man went puzzled as he saw Hansol approaching him. With a few seconds to regain his confidence, he gently struck Hansols mothers neck with the tip of his knife.

Dont come!

Mister, are such situations fun? Why arent you answering me?

The man didnt respond. Seeing his mother be taken hostage made Hansol filled with rage, but he also found the situation interesting.

I want to take that knife.

The distance between Hansol and the man was less than 2 meters. Hansol thought about the angle he had to approach the man to steal the knife from his grasp. Hansol decided to get closer to the man from the front and then rush towards him at the right moment.

Puahk!

When Hansol rushed, the man was shocked and ended up stabbing his mothers neck. Blood splattered everywhere. His mother fell to the floor with blood oozing out of her neck and hands still cuffed. Shocked, Hansol clenched his fist at the face of the man who was trying to run away and reached for his knife. The man swung his knife at Hansol.

At that moment the knife grazed Hansols left eye and flew into the air.

When the man decided to run away, the sound of the door lock opening was heard. The only person who would enter the house at that time was his father. Before his father entered, his mother gathered every ounce of strength in her body and shouted at Hansol.

you need to die! My son couldnt have been born with dirty blood!

Mom, why are you saying that now? You never paid attention to me even once.

Hansol picked up the knife that was blown away. A knife is in Hansols right hand. Blood dripping from its tip. Hansols mothers eyes were filled with tears. Oh, so that is how a human with fear looks. Hansol could guess it from the emotions he learned.

The man who heard their conversation laughed.

honey? Hansol*-ah*?

Professor Im, who entered the front door, looked around the house and called out for them. The man quickly tried to get a hold of Professor Im but was blocked by Hansol. Hansol, holding onto the knife, hugged the man from behind and aimed the knife at the stomach.

Ba-dump, Ba-dump.

Since he was born, Hansol felt like his heart was alive for the first time. Professor Im tried to calm Hansol. Im Hansol, what did dad teach you?

Kukuku look here, doctor, you are a psychopath too. Despite the mans provocation, his father was only looking at Hansol. Im Hansol. Put the knife down. What did I tell you?

Dad, my heart is beating.

Im Hansol! Do what your dad is telling you!

Mom is in danger, and I know very well what dad said.

The moment Professor Im noticed his wife collapsed on the floor, he took out his cell phone and reported it to the police right away. Hansol gave him time to do that.

However, he wasnt ready to let go of the knife. The man watched Professor Im as he reported and waited for a chance to escape.

Yo, Doctor. Your son is my kind. Were you trying to live by hiding it? Without even telling your wife? If your wife doesnt die, I mean she will live her entire life hating her son. Ordinary people will never understand me or my kind.

Hansol gave more strength to the knife he was holding. The knife cut through the mans clothes. The man painfully screamed, but the sound only stimulated Hansol. The day he tore off the wings from the butterfly, he felt a sense of escape from his father would always shout at him.

Kuak Doctor. Can you prove that your son is nothing like me? Do you think you can do that?

shut up! My son is different, Professor Im said in a not-confident voice. Hansol was able to realize that from the trembling voice he heard.

Your fingerprints will get the police to misunderstand!

dad. I am excited.

Hansol*-ah*, that isnt right! Put down the knife.

If the tip of the knife goes into this mans body, I will be happier. Shall I do that?

Im Hansol! Seeing his son turn insensitive, Professor Im rushed toward him.

At that moment, the man escaped to the side, and the knife in Hansols hand got thrown away. The knife flew in the air before it hit the ground. The man pulled the knife and stabbed Professor Im in the back. The professors clothes began to soak in blood.

Hansol got up from the ground.

Did you feel that thrill? Hansol asked the man in a soft voice, and the man who heard the words from Hansol went stiff.

Y-you crazy bastard!

The man had the knife in his hand, but he wasnt sure what he was supposed to do.

Hansol went one step ahead. Did you feel it? Every time you killed someone?

This crazy shit! dont come close!

ah. I guess this is how it feels.

The man stepped back. The more he stepped back, the more Hansol moved ahead.

Hansol looked back for a moment at that pool of blood. His mother was already unconscious, and his father was on the floor, groaning in pain while telling NO to Hansol.

Please, dont.

Knock, knock, knock

It is open! Hurry! The police finally arrived.

Hearing that sound, the man tried to jump from the veranda, but Hansol held him from behind. why arent you telling me? I asked if this was how you felt.

Ughhhhh! You, you are my kind! Yes, I know now!

Hansols left eye shone blue and quickly turned auburn again. Right then, Hansol understood something.

In a low voice, Hansol whispered to him, You you are not my kind.

Angels Corner

His mothers last words hurt so much. ?

Angels challenge for you:

SOLVE THIS MYSTERY

A corpse is discovered at the bottom of a multi-story building. It appears that the individual committed suicide by leaping from one of the stories.

A detective enters the building, ascends to the first level, and enters the room facing the direction where the corpse was discovered. He opens the room's closed window and flips a coin to the floor.

He then proceeds to the second floor, where he repeats the process until he reaches the top floor. When he returns to the team, he informs them that it was a murder, not a suicide.

What evidence does he have that this is the case?

1. Whats the Difference Between a Sociopath and a Psychopath? 

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