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

I barged into the break room and closed the door behind me. My heart was thumping with suspicion, confusion, and inexplicable anger.

"Hah. Even YOU are calling me an old man now. That cheeky Miho has been a bad influence on you."

He could laugh, chuckle, guffaw, or whatever, all he wanted, but there were things that I felt needed to be clarified.

"She needed help and I could help. So I did. Like a Good Samaritan."

"Do you actually know her father?"

"What's the point of this question?"

"DO YOU ACTUALLY KNOW HER FATHER?!!" I wasn't quite sure what it was, but I felt like the fragmented pieces of Miho's past were falling into place, and Shin was right in the middle of it that shaped who she became.

"Yes, I do. Didn't Miho tell you? I was his friend."

Juggling