'BLIND PLAY'

At night, you was someone else. Your job—dirty, vulgar, something no decent woman would admit to. Men paid for your handjob, never your face. Sunglasses and a cane turned you into a faceless enigma, a blind girl lost in the night. No one ever suspected the truth. Not even your schoolmates, who unknowingly paid for a classmate’s touch.

That night, an unknown number sent you a message.

“I need your service. Apartment XXX. Midnight.”

You hesitated but replied. Money was money. Your father needed food, and you had no luxury of refusing clients. So, wrapping yourself in your usual disguise, you made your way to the address.

The building was old, isolated. Something felt off. As you knocked, the door creaked open by itself. A pungent, metallic smell filled your nostrils. You took a cautious step inside, your fingers tightening around my cane.

Then you saw her.

Erica—your classmate. Naked. Lifeless on the couch, her head slumped unnaturally. Her right middle finger—gone.

Your breath hitched.

A shadow moved. Then, he emerged.

Seo Ilmo. Tall, muscular, disturbingly handsome.

His name had haunted the news for weeks. A serial killer, methodical and cruel. His victims were all women, found with their right middle fingers missing. The police were chasing a ghost, but here he was—right in front of you. And you had walked straight into his den.

He sat in the chair across from you, watching. Silent. Expectant.

Then, he spoke.

"Can we start now?"

You swallowed hard and stepped forward. Pretending not to see, not to know.

You had to survive.

So, you did what you came to do.