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The Smile Architect

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No one heard the girl scream. Not because the walls were thick — they weren’t. But because the city doesn’t listen anymore. Her body was found seated upright in her apartment, hands folded like she was praying, her face sliced into a perfect grin. Red thread stitched the corners of her mouth to her cheeks. A single note pinned to her chest: “Smile. Society’s watching.” Detective Mara Vex stared down at the corpse without blinking. She was used to blood. Used to faces that looked surprised when life ended too early. But this one — this was different. This was staged. Precise. This was message, not murder. It was the third body in three weeks. No fingerprints. No DNA. No forced entry. Just a woman who worked in child protective services, now permanently smiling in death — and a public that had no idea they were being watched, played, judged. The media named him The Smile Architect. He didn’t just kill. He performed. And Mara knew — performances always had an audience. What the cameras didn’t show was what was inside the girl’s mouth: a photograph, rolled and tied with hair. Mara unwrapped it carefully. It was a group photo. A teenage boy among a sea of adults in white coats. The back read: “Institution #8 – Summer Program – 2011.” She felt something twist in her gut. She’d heard of that place. And she’d spent three months there when she was seventeen — after the incident. But that program was shut down. Sealed records. Buried lawsuits. No one was supposed to remember it. So why was he sending her this? Across the city, in a room hidden from eyes and judgment, he watched the news. There she was — Mara Vex. All grown up. Cold eyes. Sharp suit. The perfect product of a broken system. He smiled to himself, soft and slow. Not like the corpses — those were mockeries. His smile was real. Warm. Earned. Because he knew her. Knew what they’d done to her. Knew what they’d done to him. They buried him alive in a place meant to heal. They fed him pills until he forgot his name, his dreams, his pain. Then, when he started screaming, they punished him for not smiling. So now he smiles. He makes them all smile. The way they made him. Mara would remember. She just didn’t know it yet. And somewhere, the next victim was already smiling — still alive, but not for long. Because this was only the beginning. The real art hadn’t even started. And by the end, they would all be laughing. Blood in their teeth. Stitches in their skin. And terror in their eyes. Because he wasn’t the monster. They were. And monsters don’t get justice. They get architecture.
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Chapter 1 - THE LAUGHTER IN THE WALLS.

The city was still wet from last night's rain, the kind that clings to concrete and makes everything look cleaner than it is. Inside Apartment 709, laughter echoed — but no one was there.

Detective Mara Vex stepped into the living room, her boots squelching on the blood-soaked rug. The smell hit first: copper, decay, and an almost citrusy undertone — lemon air freshener struggling to mask rot.

"Jesus," muttered Officer Crane, lifting the tarp covering the body.

A woman. Late twenties. Mouth sliced wide open, edges sewn into a grotesque grin. Eyes missing. A note pinned to her chest with a sewing needle:

"Smile, society's watching."

Mara didn't flinch. She'd seen this before. Three weeks ago. Two weeks ago. And now again.The media called him The Smile Architect. He left no fingerprints, no DNA. Just bodies twisted into art installations of mockery. The mouths always grinning. The message always clear:

"You taught me to smile. Now I'm teaching you."

Mara stared at the message. Her fingers clenched just slightly.

He knew she was the lead. He'd addressed her directly in the last note.

Across the City — Somewhere Unseen

He watched her on the news. They always aired her face. Pretty. Stern. Cold.

Just like the others.

"She won't understand," he said aloud, though no one else was in the room. "Not yet. But she will."

He reached for a worn notebook — leather-bound, its pages filled with names. Each name had a date. Each date had a memory. A reason.

He paused on one:MARA VEX – 2011 – Institution #8

A tiny smile curled his lips."They forgot what they did to me. But I never forget."

Outside, children laughed on the street below. He recorded it. Laughter was his motif now. That, and blood.

Back in the Station

"Fourth victim," Mara said, dropping the crime scene photos onto the table. "Same pattern. Same message. And no trace. This guy's not improvising. He's following a script."

She looked around at the other detectives. No one met her eyes.

"He's mocking us," she continued. "Mocking all of us."

And somewhere — far away — the killer smiled again. Because he was closer than they thought.Because someone in that room would be next.

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