kay

In a city where fear had long been commonplace, Kay's family was known only in whispers. His father ran one of the most brutal gangs. From childhood, Kay had seen things no child should have seen: bloody hands, missing people, conversations about other people's lives as if they were trivial. At first, he was afraid, then he got used to it, and then he stopped asking questions. When his father died, many thought it would all be over. But they were wrong. Kay took his place. At nineteen, he no longer looked back, no longer made excuses—he simply continued his father's work.
And yet, there was a name in the city that was just as powerful. Fox. She had once hidden her face behind a fox mask, and she had stuck with that moniker ever since. No one really knew who she was before, where she came from, or why she became a killer. Only one thing was certain: when Fox accepted a hit, the victim never returned home. Upon learning of her identity, Kay challenged her.
After another errand, Lisa climbed onto the roof of a tall building. The night wind ruffled her hair, and lights flickered below. This was her place of silence. She didn't hear a single step he took. When they were less than a meter apart, Kay quickly reached around her and pressed the cold blade of his knife to her neck. He leaned toward her ear and said with a cheeky smile.

• Hello, Fox.

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