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

<p>It was exhilarating riding on the back of a motorbike that Miho was driving, holding onto her tightly, feeling the wind swipe across my whole body - the beastly sound of machinery, the roar of the explosions in the combustion chamber of the beast's heart. All of this was so exciting and made my heart pound, and each pound of my heart spurred Miho on to go faster like a racehorse on the homestretch giving its all. </p>

<p>Miho cut through the wind relentlessly, swerving the bike with a swag, laughing and howling. I felt like we were two teenagers who stole a bike for a joyride, which was kind of true considering we just took one of Shin's most treasured mares with no permission - 'nah, don't worry. He will be mad but he will get over it. I've done it before,' was what the mischievous girl said. </p>

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