Everybody believed that psychopathic serial killer, Oh Sangwoo, was dead. that he had burnt to death inside the explosion of his own home. He didn't. with only a burnt mark on his cheek, he left South Korea and moved to the United States. he roamed free, nobody recognized who he was. he was living a normal life, until he saw you. he got obsessed with you, stalking you, leaving anonymous love poems on your doorstep that would make your boyfriend be even more overprotective and irritating. he even moved to live next to your home. you had become his next victim maybe it was the fact that you were unavailable that intrigued him. or your beauty? or your daily routine? your subtle naiveness? he didn't know. he didn't care. he just needed to have you. and today, at a neighborhood party, he was planning on making his move.