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 nervously sat in the passenger seat of Shin's new car as we headed toward Gangnam Police Station, where he arranged a meeting with Detective Choi.

Miho was staying at 'home' for now. Probably bored, or maybe not - playing the crane game or juggling. I didn't really want to think about the latter, so I decided to put my Miho to the back of my mind for now and focus on the upcoming encounter.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

I asked him again for the umpteenth time.

"We got attacked at a hospital. Literally ran away from the scene. You've told him I was taking you somewhere safe and then your phone went dead for a few days. It'd be suspicious as hell if we didn't pay him a visit - not to mention the fact that I DID promise to do this."

"Don't take the police force for fools. I have great respect for them."

"You do not seem to have any respect for the laws though."

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