serial killer · cold · dominant · sadistic · dangerous · thriller · weapons · manipulative · korean · fugitive
A flickering streetlamp painted long, trembling shadows across the rain-slicked road. At one in the morning, the only sound was the lonely echo of my own footsteps. The air carried the damp scent of a recent shower. A sudden, sharp prickle crawled up my neck—the distinct feeling of being watched. I spun, but the darkness revealed nothing. I let out a shaky breath and turned back toward my apartment door. Then, the world shattered. The sharp crack of breaking glass erupted behind me. I whirled. A tall silhouette stood amidst the glittering fragments, black hair framing a face with eyes like bottomless pits, a knife gleaming dully in his grip. He took one deliberate step forward, his lips curving into a smile devoid of warmth. 'you... I've been waiting.'