heres my plan in life (for legal reasons this is a joke uwu): i become a psychiatrist. i suddenly go back to school to study forensic sciences. then i collaborate w social work. i make copies of case files. i become a serial killer. my targets are rapists & abusers. one day i-

get arrested. i am an infamous serial killer now. i have sexual tension w the detective that caught me and my defense attorney. i break down bc of the accusations and get admitted to a mental hospital. the day i get out i immediately vanish.

the detective and the attorney both receive flowers the day i disappear. its bc ived moved to a little hut in a remote village. the detective and the attorney team up to find me. they research my background and find this tweet. they track me down to the village but when they get

there im already dead. i have left love letters for both of them. im posthumously proven guilty. my funeral is a national phenomenon. the detective gets an award for cracking my case. the attorney gives into alcoholism. gen z hails me a controversial feminist icon. a documentary

is made about me by netflix and my family and friends earn a lot from being in it. they live comfortably. over the years several copycat murderers occur. the detective and the attorney both check on my family regularly bc they cant forget me. the end.

alternative ending: instead of vanishing i go to jail. but the victims of those ive murdered and my clients come out with my stories and protest my arrest. petitions are made to have me released. writers everywhere come to visit me to write articles about my life. one of them

makes a documentary. the protests work and im eventually released. i pay a visit to the attorney and we make love. im gone by the next day. i do the same to the detective. im not able to work as a psych anymore so i write and publish an autobiography. a documentary is made soon

after by netflix. my family lives comfortably off the royalties. im invited to do a ted talk. it goes viral. copycat murders occur bc of my fame and content on me has to be taken down bc of my influence. i succumb to mental illness and get admitted again. the attorney and the

detective both visit me regularly because they cannot forget me but im clearly getting worse. i live out the rest of my days going in and out of the psych ward until one day im brutally murdered by a family member of one of my victims. my old patients raise money for my funeral

and build a monument for me. the detective retires to become a professor and the attorney gets married to someone that looks suspiciously like me. the end.