The Making of a Killer
He was such a good boy.
That's what everyone said. His parents, his teachers, the neighbors who watched him grow up. Jamie Miller was polite, did his homework, came home for dinner.
What no one saw was what happened after dinner. When Jamie closed his bedroom door and opened his laptop.
The algorithm found him early—or maybe he found it. First it was gaming forums, then edgy memes, then something darker. Communities of bitter men who told him the truth about women. About how they manipulated. How they rejected good guys like him. How they deserved what they got.
Jamie absorbed it all. Every video. Every post. Every story of humiliation and revenge.
When he looked at Katie Simmons, he didn't see a classmate. He saw every lie he'd been told about what he was owed. And when she laughed off his attention, when she chose to hang out with other boys...
The ideology had already told him what to do with girls who didn't appreciate good guys.
He was thirteen years old.
Inside the Mind
The scariest thing about Jamie Miller is how normal he seemed.
No history of violence. No record of animal abuse or fire-starting or any of the "classic" warning signs. His parents loved him. His teachers liked him. His friends thought he was funny.
But Jamie lived two lives, and only one of them was visible.
In the public life, he was a shy kid with a crush. In the private one, he was a soldier in an invisible war against women who rejected men like him.
Adolescence doesn't let us look away from this duality. We see Jamie playing video games with his dad. We see him helping his mom with groceries. And we see the browser history. The deleted messages. The manifesto that was never sent.
The show asks the impossible question: Could anyone have stopped this? His parents checked in. His school had counselors. He wasn't isolated or abused.
But the radicalization happened anyway. In his bedroom. On a device his parents gave him.
The horror of Jamie Miller isn't that he was a monster. It's that he was a child who became one—and no one noticed until it was too late.