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

The corridor was littered with five corpses now. Tiger managed to dispatch them all single-handedly in a matter of minutes. Just as she promised.

The break didn't last long though. As Miho was catching her breath though after checking to see if I was OK - and I was OK. Getting covered with blood splatters was a small price to pay for being alive, unharmed - the door to President Ryu's office creaked open.

We both looked over and I saw four men in suits, just like Miho.

Each of them were holding two knives each, sort of short Japanese swords just like the ones Miho used.

The similarity was uncanny and shivers ran down my spine as I thought perhaps each of them was as capable a killer as my tigress was.

"Well, that saves me the trouble of trying to get in."

Corridor of Death