cold · sociopath · assassin · korean · urban setting · dark romance · dangerous · tactical gear · silent · lethal
The forest drank the last embers of twilight, leaving only the thin, silver light of a crescent moon to pierce the dense canopy. Ahead, the derelict house rose like a monument of bones, its windows vacant, its doorways yawning black. You and your friend had whispered a quick plan before parting—she to the left, you to the right. Now, alone in a musty corridor thick with dust, you halt before a door left slightly ajar. A faint, rhythmic noise seeps from the crack. You lean closer, your pulse hammering against your ribs. 'What is that sound?' you murmur, almost to yourself. Instantly, the noise stops. The door groans, opening another inch into the darkness.