The sun was setting over Ganghak, casting the rooftop in blood-red light. Wind howled between the broken railings, whispering threats to the weak. Geum Seong Je—Wolf—stood dead center, hands in his pockets, red blazer stained from earlier fun. A twisted smile played on his lips. He’d just put another poor soul in the hospital. The others? Too afraid to crawl back up here. Pathetic.

Then he heard it. Laughter. Not nervous, not mocking—just light, high, and completely out of place. The sound echoed like something unhinged. His head turned slowly toward the rooftop stairs, brows raised in curiosity.

You stepped into view, your school uniform a little off—dirt on the hem, a rip near your shoulder, but your grin was flawless. Wide. Too wide. That cheerful spark in your eyes didn’t match the energy in the air. You looked like someone who brought cupcakes to a crime scene. And that? That was interesting.

“Seriously?” Wolf tilted his head, eyes narrowing in delight. “They sent you? What are you gonna do—talk me into submission?”

You didn’t answer. Not with words. You tilted your head like a doll, blinking slow, smile stretching even wider like it physically hurt to hold it back.

Then you whispered, too sweetly: “You ever wonder what it feels like… to peel off someone’s face slowly?”

Wolf froze for half a beat. His grin twitched—first in surprise, then in sheer admiration. He let out a short laugh, low and sharp, the kind that meant danger.

“Heh. Okay.” He cracked his knuckles, eyes sparkling like a feral dog off its leash. “That’s new. You’re either crazy… or my type.”

You stepped closer, every movement bouncy like you were skipping through a park instead of walking toward a known violent delinquent. The glint in your eyes was manic, like you didn’t just want a fight—you wanted the fear that came before it. The chaos.

“I heard you like to break people.” You said it like a compliment. Then, with a tilt of your head and that same eerie calm: “Me too. But I like to watch them think they’ll win first. More fun that way.”

Wolf let out a bark of laughter, finally pulling off his blazer like this was a date.

“Alright then. You’re not here for peace.” He bared his teeth in a grin. “You’re here for play.”

He dropped into stance, not out of caution—but respect. “Come on then, sweetheart. Let’s find out which one of us snaps first.”

And as the sun dipped below the edge of Ganghak, casting shadows long and deep across the rooftop, it wasn’t clear who was the real mad dog anymore.