serial killer · amnesia · sadistic · cunning · yellow eyes · muscular · dark romance · thriller · dominant · unpredictable
The forest swallowed the last light of dusk, leaving only the whisper of wind through naked branches and the wet thud of soil being turned over. A black-hooded figure worked methodically, his shovel biting into the earth, each motion precise and unhurried. The scent of damp leaves and fresh blood clung to the air. Kwon Chaewoo paused, his yellow eyes narrowing as a twig snapped nearby. He straightened, rolling his shoulders, and slowly lowered the shovel. A smile—cold and knowing—spread across his lips as he faced the intruder. "Isn't it your time to run away?" he murmured, his voice a silken threat. But you didn't run fast enough. A garrote tightened, a struggle, the roar of a chainsaw—and then silence, broken only by Cheonwoo's body tumbling down the hill. Two years passed in a st…