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In the midst of constant activity, Claire quickly attracted a multitude of passionate fans and enthusiasts. A wave of admiration for Claire swept across the United States, as people held her up as a female hero. Her name became a symbol of the women's rights movement, and her story was recounted by countless individuals.
At every speech and interview, Claire could feel the intense support and enthusiasm surrounding her. Fans waved banners and cheered for every word she spoke. They expressed their support for her on social media, viewing her as a brave warrior and a representative of female empowerment.
However, what no one knew was Claire's true feelings inside. No matter where she went, she could see Mark's figure. Whether it was the crowd below rallying in excitement or the fans rushing forward to get her autograph, they could suddenly transform into Mark's likeness.
After one speech concluded, she approached the signing table where fans were lined up eagerly waiting for her signature. She smiled and signed for each of them, but suddenly, she spotted a familiar figure standing in the middle of the line. It was Mark, coldly staring at her with that eerie smile on his lips.
Claire's hand trembled, nearly dropping the pen. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, but that figure continued to sway in front of her eyes. She quickly finished signing, avoiding that unsettling gaze.
"Claire, you truly are our hero!" an excited young girl exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
Claire managed to force a smile. "Thank you for your support."
Yet, her heart continued to tremble. Wherever she went, Mark's presence shadowed her. He could be an audience member sitting below, a smiling fan in the crowd, or even a passerby brushing past her. That cold smile and broken body constantly reminded her of the terror and evil from that night.
Claire's mind was perpetually on the edge of tension and madness. She couldn't escape those hallucinations or flee from Mark's shadow. Each night when darkness fell and she was alone, those illusions became more vivid and terrifying. She often woke up in a cold sweat from nightmares, as if Mark's chilling laughter still echoed in her ears.
Meanwhile, Detective Jack had not given up on his determination to bring Claire to justice. He quietly attended Claire's events, standing in inconspicuous corners to observe her every move. He studied every program Claire had appeared on, meticulously analyzing every word she said in search of any slip-up. However, Claire was a natural criminal mastermind; her words were always filled with ambiguity, perfectly blending emotion and rhetoric to make it impossible to fully distrust her.
Jack sat in the shadows watching Claire on stage. Her expression was confident and composed; her voice was captivating as if every word had been carefully crafted to touch the hearts of her audience. He recalled Claire during interrogation—the one who always spun clumsy lies like a clown. Back then, her lies were riddled with flaws that made it easy to see through her deceit.
But now, standing on stage, Claire had transformed into a genuine enchantress. Not only could she tell compelling stories, but she also seamlessly infused her emotions into them, leaving no room for doubt about her sincerity. It seemed as though she believed wholeheartedly in everything she said, as if those lies had become her reality.
Jack felt a sense of helplessness; he knew this battle would be exceptionally difficult. Claire was no longer the easily exposed fool she once was; she had become a formidable opponent. Just a month ago, he could vividly recall her in the interrogation room, where she appeared fragile and anxious, her lies clumsy and forced.
"Claire, this is your last chance to tell us the truth," Jack had asked her, trying to get her to confess.
"I didn't kill Mark, I really didn't!" Claire had cried at that time, her voice trembling with tears, looking utterly tormented.
But now, the Claire Jack saw was a completely different person. She had learned how to weave her lies seamlessly and how to manipulate emotions to sway her audience. Whenever she recounted her story—whether about Mark's abuse or the pain she had endured—she could evoke empathy and even bring tears of sympathy from others.
"Is this really the same person?" Jack silently questioned himself. He wondered how Claire had changed; it seemed like a meticulously planned performance, a drama designed to help her escape legal consequences.
Jack had conducted countless profiles on Claire, trying to find flaws in her words and actions. He analyzed her statements day and night, reviewing every speech and interview in an attempt to piece together a complete psychological profile. After countless sleepless nights, Jack finally discovered the only reasonable and coherent explanation.
Sitting at his desk, covered with photos of Claire, notes, and reports, he stared at his conclusions. A clear conclusion emerged in his mind: post-traumatic stress disorder leading to dissociative identity disorder.
"This is the answer," Jack murmured to himself, his gaze resolute.
Although Claire's current dissociative state was not particularly severe, for someone like her who had committed a grave crime for the first time, there must be a psychological refuge where she could hide. This refuge allowed her to escape reality when confronted with what she had done, evading inner fears and guilt. Jack understood that to break Claire down, he needed to find this opportunity and use it to shatter her psychological defenses.
He began to sift through Claire's past, searching for changes following her trauma. Her family background, upbringing, and relationship with Mark were all details he needed to examine closely. He discovered that Claire's family life was far from harmonious; the absence of paternal love and her mother's excessive control had sown the seeds of her psychological issues.
"Her breakdown in the interrogation room was a sign of her dissociation," Jack pondered as he recalled Claire's behavior during that time. She had been fragile and anxious, her words chaotic, clearly unable to confront her actions. Now she seemed like a completely different person as if those crimes had never occurred.
Jack realized that to defeat Claire, he needed to uncover her mental sanctuary and leave her nowhere to hide. He began planning his next steps, devising a strategy that would force Claire to confront reality and face her crimes head-on.
"I will find that opportunity," Jack murmured to himself, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes. "No matter how cunning she is, I will make her pay for her crimes."
He began to prepare for action, putting his plan into practice. He knew this battle would be exceptionally difficult, but he would not give up. He would exploit Claire's mental weaknesses, find that tiny crack, and then shatter her psychological defenses in one fell swoop.
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