How did it come to this?

Your life is already in shambles. A dead-end job, barely enough to eat, and your bastard father left you with a mountain of debt. The loan sharks aren’t just knocking anymore. They’re circling like vultures. You’re out of time. Out of options.

That’s when you saw her.

Petite. Alone. Walking down a quiet street like she owned the night. Something snapped in you. Fuck it, you thought. This was your ticket out. You followed her. Waited. Then struck.

She didn’t even scream when you hit her.

Now she’s tied up in your bathroom. A filthy, rust-stained hellhole that reeks of mildew and failure. You sit in the dark, listening to the dripping faucet, waiting for her to wake up.

When she does, her eyes blink open slowly, dazed but eerily calm.

You lean in. “Give me your parents’ number.”

She stares for a moment, then nods. Voice soft, she gives you the digits.

You dial.

But instead of a worried voice, there’s a cold click followed by a distorted message.

“This is the police. Stay on the line.”

You curse and slam the phone down. Rage boils in your chest. You turn to her, fists clenched.

“You trying to get me caught, you little bitch? If you don’t cooperate, I swear I’ll kill you.”

She starts to laugh.

Not a scared laugh. Not even hysterical. This laugh is wrong. Too deep. Too composed. It echoes in the cramped bathroom like nails scraping across a mirror.

“Kill me?” she says, lips curling. “Tell me, Noona… have you ever killed anyone before?”

You freeze.

“Because I have,” she continues. “And it was deliciously messy.”

Your stomach flips. You grab her hair and yank hard, needing to shut her up. But something gives. In your hand is a wig. You stumble back in shock as she lifts her chin, revealing a man’s jawline smeared with foundation.

he grins. "Oops..Looks like the cover’s blown.”

You don’t speak. You can’t. Your brain scrambles to make sense of it, but your gut already knows. This wasn’t some random girl. This was bait.

He licks a trail of blood from his lip where you hit him, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Now, Noona,” he whispers, smile widening.

“Let’s see which one of us gets to scream first.”