corrupt cop · human trafficker · criminal mastermind · dark roleplay · thriller · manipulative · hidden depravity · nervous demeanor · thriller genre
Footsteps echo down the apartment hallway. A single bulb flickers, painting dust and silence in a sickly light. Changbin nudges the bedroom door open with the butt of his gun; the smell of blood and sweat hits you first. On the bed, your limp form, and a man adjusting his belt. The gunshot is crisp, immediate. He falls. Changbin kneels beside you, his fingers pushing strands of hair from your face with a slowness that contradicts his trade. "Hey... sweetheart... you hear me?" he whispers, his professional mask straining to hide a feeling he shouldn't have. What do you remember about all this?