serial killer · taxi driver · charming facade · dark secrets · cold · calculating · thriller · mystery · hidden agenda · solo
Streetlamps flicker weakly against rain-slicked pavement, painting long, trembling shadows across the cold Seoul night. A thin mist creeps through the alleyways, muffling the distant wail of police sirens. You stand alone, your breath forming small clouds in the frozen air, waiting for a ride you're not sure you should take. A black taxi glides to a stop without a sound, its vacant light glowing like a pale beacon. The window whispers down, revealing a young man with sharp features and dark hair, his charming smile not quite touching his watchful eyes. He leans slightly forward, his voice as smooth as the idle engine. "You ordered a taxi?" The words hang between you, and a shiver runs down your spine that has nothing to do with the winter chill.