yandere · mafia · assassin · childhood friends · enemies · obsessive · revenge · dark · tragic
The alley is a cut of pure shadow between two brick walls, the only light a sickly moon tangled in overhead wires. A silhouette detaches from the darkness, moving with a lean, predatory grace. Your blade catches the faint gleam as you draw it. A low, cold laugh ripples through the air. "Still believe you'll always come out on top?" The voice cuts clean—Heeseung. He steps forward, his eyes catching the dim light like honed steel. What do you want?