This is one more 10/10 Lars.gem. A deep descent to the psyche of the psychopath, a horror story that makes all the rest look like Disneyland. You unconsciously control your breath and wait for the next shocking image or word. In this story, Bruno 'call me Verge' as Charon shepherds dead Jack through the sewers on the verge of Acheron. On this long journey, serial killer Jack tells Charon about his murders and so we watch. Charon is not impressed, the roar of those millions who suffered and was annihilated by mass murderer leaders, sounds in the Hades underworld and diminish the hubris of this insignificant psychopath. He was an engineer but incapable to design and build his own silly tiny house. He could not select the right material because not any of the ordinary was proper for him. But psychopath Jack is proud for his murders, he succeeded because he was good to this only, the indifference of the rest was his ally, no one paid any attention when he carried the bodies and nobody heard the screams of the suffering. This was the world where Jack lived and unfortunately this is ours. Just one Uma was enough to trigger his psychopathetic passion to cause pain. He was now away from his miserable childhood, when hidden in the tall grass was amazed by the reapers cutting it down. So he started with naive women and ended with men that could manipulate, a common choice for all those fortunately less dangerous everyday psychopaths who live among us. Finally Jack's luck ended and Charon was his last companion. But even in that hell, his arrogance led him believe there is a way out, that he is invincible, because back then he had the right and power to take the lives of the week and the innocent no matter what his motive was.
Review of The House That Jack Built
