Yoo Da Eun's confident smirk hadn't gone unnoticed. She had taken Hye Jin's presence as a challenge, oblivious to the fact that she was staring her own death in the eye. The moment she whispered, "Let's see how long she lasts," she had unknowingly sealed her fate. Seo Jun, sensing the tension, asked Hye Jin for the girl's name. Hye Jin only tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable. "I don't know. Check it and let me know," she said with an eerie calmness. Seo Jun sighed and searched the museum's guest list. Yoo Da Eun. That was the name of the girl who had dared to set her sights on him.
That evening, Yoo Da Eun made her next move. She approached Seo Jun again, her voice dripping with sweetness as she leaned in and placed a hotel key card into his hand. "I'll be waiting for you at 9 PM. Come alone." Her eyes held dangerous confidence, as if she was certain that Seo Jun would accept her invitation. Seo Jun stared at the card, his expression unreadable. He knew Hye Jin was watching. He also knew what she was capable of. He had to stop her. Standing outside the hotel room door, he hesitated, his fingers hovering over the key card. He wasn't going inside, but he needed to make sure Hye Jin wouldn't do anything reckless. He pulled out his phone and sent her a message: "Don't come here. I want to talk to you. Where are you?" Then, without a second thought, he turned and left. Tomorrow, he would propose to her. He would ask her to leave everything behind.
The Hunter Arrives
Hye Jin read the message, her lips curling into a sinister smile. "I will never mess up my schedule." She didn't take the front entrance. Instead, she climbed through the window, her movements eerily silent. Inside, Yoo Da Eun was standing in front of the mirror, fixing her hair, spraying perfume on her neck, getting ready for a night that would never come. Hye Jin watched, her eyes dark and empty, as the girl admired herself, completely unaware of the presence lurking behind her. In her hand, Hye Jin gripped a heavy vase. With one swift motion—CRASH. Yoo Da Eun collapsed to the floor, a sickening sound echoing in the room. But Hye Jin wasn't finished. She knelt beside her, her breath steady, and raised the vase again. Again. Again. Fifteen times. Each blow was accompanied by a whisper. "Go now." SMASH. "Get ready." BANG. "Spray perfume on yourself." CRACK. "Come on, why aren't you waking up?" THUD. Blood pooled around the broken glass, staining the white rug beneath them. Hye Jin reached out, brushing the girl's matted hair away from her face. Her voice was soft, almost affectionate. "Seo Jun is mine." A final, crushing blow. Then, with careful precision, she took out her phone and snapped a picture, capturing her masterpiece. Without hesitation, she switched off the lights, leaving the room in darkness. When she was leaving from a window she remembered something "OH ! I FORGOT SOMETHING IMPORTANT " and hye jin came back and draw a rose on her thigh rudely like if sh is alive she is died again and again of the pain and smiles and then she takes another picture and leave from the window and then Moments later, she was gone.
Back at home, she stepped into a steaming bath, letting the warmth soothe her muscles, washing away the remnants of blood. The night's work had been fulfilling. Stepping out of the bath, she walked toward her wall—her collection of carefully crafted deaths. She pinned the newest photo alongside the others and took a step back, admiring the way they all came together. "I will fill this whole wall," she whispered, her fingers tracing the edges of her latest kill. A shiver of pleasure ran through her as she imagined the space overflowing with her work, an entire gallery of death. Lying down in bed, she checked her phone one last time.
Seo Jun: "Meet me tomorrow at 6 PM. I'll send you the address."
Her fingers hovered over the screen before she typed back a single reply.
"Okay. Let's meet tomorrow."
The phone's screen went dark. In the silence of her room, she smiled, her mind already painting the next masterpiece.
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