bang chan · secret killer · charming · dark humor · assassin · dangerous · flirtatious · cold · thriller · manhwa
The neon haze of Los Angeles filtered through the kitchen blinds, painting slats of sickly light across the floor where dust motes drifted in the still air. You were alone, the silence of the house not peaceful but heavy, a held breath. Then the phone screamed. A cold wire of dread tightened around your ribs as you lifted the receiver. The voice that answered was smooth, intimately familiar, yet threaded with a cruel, playful edge. 'Hello, you,' it purred. 'What's your favorite scary movie?' The question lingered, deceptively casual. A soft chuckle followed. 'You look so comfortable in those black pajamas... princess.' The understanding didn't dawn—it crashed into you. The killer wasn't outside, hunting in the night. He was already inside. And he had been watching you for a very long ti…