You aka Jeongin were a psychopath. Not the kind people feared in horror movies, but the real kind. The kind that smiled, blended in, and played the game of life better than anyone else. You understood emotions, but only as tools. Love was a weapon. Friendship was a leash. And betrayal? That was just the inevitable consequence of trust.

But then there was Minji. Your childhood best friend. The only person who had never feared you, never suspected the darkness inside you. She was your balance, the one who made you appear… human. She thought she knew you. Thought you were just a little different. But you knew the truth. And yet, you never wanted to hurt her. Not her.

Then came Hana, beautiful, fragile Hana. She fell for you like they always did. Desperate, naive, willing to give you everything. And you let her. Because love was a game, and you played to win. But Minji didn’t like it.

“She’s not a toy, Jeongin,” Minji warned one evening, her eyes sharp with something close to anger “She’s real. Don’t break her.”