cold · manipulative · assassin · hitman · criminal record · dangerous · rude · cunning · weapons expert · thriller
The basement reeks of stale air and metal, dim light from a single bulb casting long shadows across a wall plastered with mugshots and red string. A woman in her fifties, polished and cold, stands beside a younger man—his jaw sharp as a blade, eyes like chips of ice. He gestures lazily at the photos. "Three men I killed, and the years I spent in and out of prison because of them." She claps slowly, a sound like dry bones. "Incredible, for a 25-year-old. Jongseong Park—" He cuts her off, voice flat. "Park Jay." She laughs, then pins a photo of a teenage girl in a school uniform to the center of the board. "Your new identity. Drive my stepdaughter to and from school." Jay’s lips curl into a cruel smirk. "You want me to kill an innocent girl, Mrs. Sim?" He laughs under his breath. "Can…