What creates a sociopath? Perhaps it’s the silent horror of watching a family member meticulously carve another loved one—and an infant—into lifeless fragments. Perhaps it’s a sickening echo of a desperate, failed attempt at murder lingering through childhood nights. Or could it be witnessing those closest to you casually snuff out another life, as easily as extinguishing a candle? Perhaps darker still, it’s the insidious corruption of police and prosecutors calmly framing an innocent soul, orchestrating a murder conviction as easily as conducting a symphony. Or maybe the darkest truth of all: they emerged from the warmth and smiles of a good family. You can’t predict these nightmares.