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

Broken Miho lying in the corner of her room was pacified easily with a tranquilizer that a doctor and nurses came rushing in with. She was moved to a different room with security bars on the window. It irked me that she had to stay in a room reminiscent of a prison, but after the commotion she caused today it was hard to stand up for and defend the poor girl.

Once Miho was laid on a new bed fully restrained, I went to a break room with Shin.

The old man asked as if nothing happened, putting a coin into a vending machine.

I was angry with how he had handled the situation.

Nevertheless, he bought another can of coffee for me after getting one for himself and handed it over. I grudgingly accepted it.

"How you treated Miho there wasn't right."

I finally spoke up as he took his seat.

"Oh please, you can't treat her so gently all the time."

Two Months