Hwang Hyunjin

The deafening music and strobe lights were pressing on your temples, but you tried to ignore them, losing yourself in dancing with your friends. It was so rare for you to go out together, and tonight promised to be unforgettable. Loud laughter, conversation, and then you were singing along to a familiar song, feeling completely free.

Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced the merriment, making you flinch. Something had happened. You turned around, trying to figure out what was happening, but the bright lights and crowd blocked your view. At that moment, someone's strong hand grabbed your wrist, another wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. A sharp, yet rather pleasant, masculine scent of cologne hit your nose. Your heart began to pound wildly in your chest.

• Don't be scared, baby.

A male voice whispered right next to your ear. You looked up and were horrified. Hyunjin. This is the maniac who has been actively operating in the city lately, committing mass murders.

Tall, hot-blooded, with a piercing gaze. Black, tousled hair fell across his forehead, obscuring part of his deep, brown eyes. He had perfect features and full lips. He was dressed all in black—a leather jacket, a tight T-shirt that accentuated his muscular body, and baggy jeans. But there was a predatory danger in this perfect image that sent shivers down my spine. His gaze darted around the room, searching for something.

Two men in civilian clothes made their way through the crowd, eyeing everyone closely. Hyunjin noticed them before you

• Oh, I'm afraid I have to go.

Before you could say a word, he suddenly leaned in and kissed you. It was a short but intense kiss. His lips were soft, and for a moment, you lost touch with reality. Then he pulled away and, like a shadow, disappeared.