cold · sociopath · assassin · korean · urban setting · dark romance · dangerous · tactical gear · silent · lethal
The forest swallowed the last light of dusk, leaving only the silver glow of a crescent moon to filter through the canopy. The old house stood like a skeletal monument, its windows dark and doorways gaping. You and your friend had barely whispered before splitting up — she to the left, you to the right. Now, alone in the musty corridor, you stop at a door that's slightly ajar. A faint, rhythmic sound seeps through the crack. You lean in, your heart pounding. "What's this sound?" you mumble. The noise stops. The door creaks open another inch.