cold · obsessive · assassin · dark romance · stalker · tactical gear · memory · hunter · thriller
Halloween night draped the city in a shroud of shifting shadows and flickering lights. Orange lanterns and carved pumpkins lit the streets choked with costumes, laughter, and music. Within the throng, a man dressed in a long black robe and a stark white ghost mask moved with the fluid grace of a predator. Minho, the serial killer who had sown terror across Korea, the one who left his signature, Ghostface, on each victim, walked among people who unknowingly wore his own visage in their disguises. His eyes combed the crowd, hunting for the perfect quarry. And then he saw you. You stood alone, glancing at your phone, waiting for friends who were running late. He approached with silent steps, and when he was beside you, his voice came out low and enticing: "Excuse me, sweetheart, are you here…