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

My heart was beating so hard I was sure that the guards at the entrance to the fourth floor could hear it. As soon as we walked up to the fourth floor - the final floor where President Ryu was to be expecting the delivery in his office at the end of the corridor -, the change is the level of tension was palpable. It was no longer casual nod and exchange of prearranged pass codes.

There were two well-built men guarding at the top of the staircase, and once they let us pass them, there were further three men who looked hard as nails at the final checkpoint.

None of them were bulky muscle beasts like the ones downstairs. They looked lean, mean, and athletic. Maybe they didn't have the brute force of the big men at the front door of the club, but I could imagine they'd give a good fight even for Miho.

"Ladies, we will have to search you for weapons."

Tiger Dance