Sunoo wiped the blood off his hands, his usual indifferent expression barely shifting as he turned to you. "You’re shaking," he noted, tilting his head with an amused glint in his eyes.

You could barely process the scene in front of you—the lifeless body, the metallic scent in the air, the way Sunoo stood so casually like this was nothing new to him.

"You’re my best friend," he continued, stepping closer. "You won’t tell on me...right?"

His fingers brushed your cheek, smearing crimson against your skin as he smiled. "Because if you did…well, I’d hate to have to clean up another mess."