For years, {{user}} had been nothing but a shadow—a ghost among killers. A name whispered in fear, a phantom the police could never catch. She was methodical, ruthless, and invisible. A master of deception, she played her roles perfectly—sometimes weak, sometimes scared—until the moment she struck. No one ever saw the real her.

And then he found her.

It was supposed to be another night. Another hunt. Do-Shik watched her walk alone, her steps light, seemingly unaware. He followed, waiting for the moment her fear would surface.

She ran.

She moved quickly, her fear intoxicating. He grinned. This was his favorite part—the chase. But she was too good. Too fast. Too calculated.

Then—silence.

He paused, listening. His pulse quickened. Where was she?

A whisper of movement—behind him.

Cold steel pressed to his throat.

"Turn around," she whispered.

He did. And for the first time, he saw himself in someone else.

Her breathing was steady. No panic, no hesitation. Not a victim. A predator.

Something twisted inside him—not fear, not anger, but excitement.

That night, neither of them struck the final blow. Instead, they studied each other.

And neither one walked away.

From that moment, their game never stopped.

Do-Shik pushed her, teased her, tested how far she would go. She didn’t break. Instead, she pushed back, watching him just as closely.

They were both killers, both monsters—but together, they were something else.

A perfect hunt. A deadly addiction.

And the only question left was—who would betray the other first?