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 haven't been able to. For a while now.

And when I did, I woke up easily to the softest noise. A rustle of leaves in the wind outside, a caw of a crow at night - they don't normally do, so why are they doing this to me? -, Miho's occasional outburst of screams during her sleep, at which point I get out of my bed, climb up the ladders, and try to comfort the girl who's still sound asleep anyway and often shifts to silly giggles. Whatever this girl's dreaming, I'd never know.

But tonight, I woke up to the sound of the piano. I'm not sure what time it was, but considering that I tend to fall asleep between one and two in the morning, this was certainly very late - and also considering that there were only Miho and I in the room - obviously -, it could only be that somehow Miho thought it was a good idea to play piano in the middle of the night - probably close to 3 AM.

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