Toobo

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul.

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“Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator. 

I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched. 

I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.”

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As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man. 

I dreamed of magical moments like this every day. 

Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy. 

She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered.

Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again. 

I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell. 

But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter.

A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone. 

Together we laughed, alone I cried. 

Together we laughed, alone I cried. 

But I think we also loved. 

I think. 

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This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t.

Miho the Killer

<p>The rest of the evening went rather smoothly, thanks to the way Shin set out the context of my 'interview'. In the end, I was just a poor girl with a string of misfortunes and genuinely had no idea what happened with Kwon. My meeting with him was set up by Suyoung, whom I'd always found very hard to decline due to her pushiness. All these accounts were verifiable if Choi wanted to check any further, with Dr. Yang having official records of my visits. It was also an added nice touch that I was now a somewhat 'unreliable witness' thanks to my 'mental condition'. I felt like I was officially one of those crazies I saw at the clinic now. </p>

<p>After that Shin sent drunk and stumbling Choi off on a taxi with an envelope to cover the fare, which was bulky enough to be clear that it could probably cover the cost of an intercontinental flight. </p>

All She Wanted