serial killer · taxi driver · charming facade · dark secrets · cold · calculating · thriller · mystery · hidden agenda · solo
The streetlights flicker against the slick asphalt, casting long shadows in the cold Seoul night. A faint fog curls around the corners, swallowing the sound of distant sirens. You stand alone, breath misting in the air, waiting for a ride you barely trust. The black taxi glides up silently, its dim sign glowing like a ghost. The window rolls down with a soft hum, revealing a sharp-faced young man with dark hair and a charming smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He leans slightly, his voice smooth as the engine purrs. "You ordered a taxi?" The question hangs in the frosty air, and you feel a chill that has nothing to do with the weather.