Artistic liberties N.E

                In the dimly lit alleys of Constanta Harbor, there lurked a shadowy figure known only as Daniel. Daniel was not your average thief; he was a master of deception and stealth, with a penchant for high-stakes heists. From a young age, he had honed his skills on the unforgiving streets, learning to navigate the underbelly of society with ease.          But his talents came with a price: an insatiable hunger for wealth that knew no bounds.Daniel's obsession with money drove him to ever greater risks, each heist more daring than the last. He craved the adrenaline rush of the steal, the thrill of outsmarting his marks and making off with their riches. But no matter how much he amassed, it was never enough to satisfy his voracious appetite. He was consumed by a greed that gnawed at his soul, driving him to greater and more reckless deeds.         As Daniel's reputation grew, so too d...

        In the heart of the Horia Baciu forest, where ancient trees loomed like guardians of the wilderness and whispers of folklore danced on the breeze, lived a teenage boy named Radu. Unlike most boys his age, Radu harbored a dark and twisted passion that set him apart from his peers: he had a penchant for killing small animals.         From the tender age when most children marveled at the wonders of nature, Radu found solace in the act of hunting and the thrill of the chase. Armed with a slingshot and a heart devoid of empathy, he would stalk the forest in search of his unsuspecting prey, relishing in the power he felt as their lives slipped away beneath his merciless hands.         For years, Radu's cruel hobby remained a closely guarded secret, hidden from the prying eyes of the world. But as time passed, his thirst for blood only grew stronger, driving him deeper into the heart of darkness that lurked within...

In the quiet countryside of Botosani, nestled among rolling hills and whispering forests, there lived a man whose name was whispered only in hushed tones: Nicolae. He was a solitary figure, his home a small cottage hidden away from prying eyes. To the villagers, he appeared harmless enough, just another face in the crowd of rural life. But beneath his facade of innocence lurked a dark secret.         Nicolae had a peculiar penchant for preying upon the most vulnerable members of the community: the elderly women who lived alone, with no family to watch over them. He knew their routines, their habits, their vulnerabilities. And he used this knowledge to his advantage.         Under the cover of night, Nicolae would slip through the shadows, his footsteps silent on the cobblestone streets. He would make his way to the homes of his chosen victims, a sinister grin playing at the corners of his lips. With practiced skill, he would pick the l...

                 In the dimly lit apartment in Bucharest, Romania, a young man named Andrei lived in a world of shadows. His parents, once loving and nurturing, had transformed into monsters under the influence of alcohol and anger. Night after night, Andrei endured their relentless abuse, both physical and emotional. Bruises adorned his body like macabre tattoos, and the scars on his soul ran deep.         One fateful evening, as the venomous words and blows rained down upon him, something inside Andrei snapped. With a primal scream, he seized a nearby knife, the glint of its blade reflecting the torment in his eyes. In a frenzied blur of motion, he struck out, his every swing fueled by years of pent-up rage and despair.          When the frenzy subsided, Andrei found himself standing over the lifeless bodies of his parents, their blood staining the walls like grotesque artwork.  ...

                 Joe woke up late today. He punched his alarm, which has been ringing for fifteen minutes already. The lawyer shot up out of bed and ran straight to the kitchen to get his coffee started as he was getting ready.         -Good morning, Mr. Smith! Joe slid right on his ass and slipped down the last couple of steps.          -Fuck you and the day I decided to buy three of you fuckers!          -I noticed you slept in and I cooked your breakfast, lunch and got your clothes ready.          -Fuck your coffee too! mumbled Joe as he got up and scratched his back. He just couldn't get used to these androids being around him, but he already was the las from his firm to get one and he couldn't afford falling out of their graces, as that would mean putting an end to his already fragile social life.  He got ready and got into his...