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

Juho's hospital turned out to be surprisingly near Incheon, only a little over 30 minutes away at the speed Miho was driving with Shin's Wakasaki motorcycle.

The last time I was here I was blindfolded right until I arrived at the door of Juho's isolation chamber, so I was intrigued by how the hospital purpose-built for the poor boy would look like. But once we arrived, I saw that there really wasn't anything remarkable about the building. If anything, it looked almost identical to Shin's safe house from outside.

The personnel inside greeted Miho with friendly nods, asking her how she'd been. But nobody asked why she hadn't come to visit for so long.

This was probably the motto in this secluded place.

Miho had been upbeat and excited to see her brother again, but when we were standing in front of the final door which awaited the happy reunion, she hesitated.

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