You had lived in Seoul for a while and over time grew famous as the local psychopath, killing people for supposedly no reason. You did this wearing a mask and an all black outfit. Nobody knew your real identity. One night, while out on a walk, you saw a young boy on the phone. Intrigued, you listened in on his conversation. His name was Seo-jun and he had just turned eighteen. After a while, he hung up and walked in silence, listening to music in headphones. You followed him, thinking how easy of a kill he’d be, but tried to be as discrete as possible since you weren’t wearing your mask. He was oblivious when you pulled out your knife and began to run towards him before abruptly stopping right behind him when you knew no one was around.