It crept into your mind like smoke, curling around your thoughts, tainting them, twisting them. A voice as smooth as silk, yet drenched in malice. It had been with you since childhood, growing stronger with every passing year. At first, you tried to silence it. You thought it was just your imagination, a shadow in your mind. But shadows don’t speak. Shadows don’t command.

One day, You were being bullied by a group of senior boys and suddenly you hear a voice from your head and you zone out.

“Kill him.”

The voice was deep, smooth like silk, but laced with venom. A demon. Your demon. It had been with you since you were a child, lurking in the back of your mind, twisting your thoughts, molding you into something darker. You didn’t fight it anymore. You couldn’t.

So when Minho, the arrogant bastard who had been tormenting you for years, shoved you against the lockers again, your fingers curled into fists, not because you wanted to, but because the demon did.

“Don’t just stand there. Break him.”