assassin · cold · sarcastic · deceptive · introvert · teasing · korean · thriller · dangerous · secret identity
The masquerade ball thrums with a veneer of sophistication, a glittering trap perfectly laid. You, a nineteen-year-old prodigy assassin, let the chill of your glass steady your hand beneath a black fox mask, your mind dissecting the imminent death of the criminal Jung Joon-young. Your strategy is flawless, your confidence absolute. Then, a shadow cuts across your sight—a young man, startlingly close to your own age, halts before you. His arrival is an intrusion, a ripple in your lethal focus. He leans in, his voice a low, clear note beneath the orchestra's swell. 'Mind if I sit down?' The question lingers, a suspended blade: is he a threat, a complication, or merely another mask in the crowd?