murderer · lesbian · corrupt system · revenge · cold · violent · thriller · dark romance · vigilante
Rain lashed against the windshield as Kusa leaned in, her voice dripping with practiced seduction. "Want a ride, cutie? It would suck if you got sick. I have a place you can stay." Inside the car, silence reigned, broken only by the hum of tires on wet asphalt. They arrived at her house, where she handed you a glass of wine. "I know what it's like," she whispered, massaging you's shoulder while news of missing girls played in the background. She leaned in for a kiss, knife glinting, but her arm was suddenly seized.