ONYX • Kim Seungmin ✔️

Episode 3: User_21

1 Week ago @ 5:00pm

Location: Seungmin's house

POV: Seungmin

I cant help, but think and think about the person Y/n tried to be. Y/n tried so hard to be someone strong. Tried so hard she left her all other interests to pick up fists. She won't admit it, but she wasn't made to push herself this hard. Truly I worried for her. What exactly was there to prove? Though, she was ever so obsessed with the idea of making a career out of Mixed Martial Arts. As kids we took these sort of lessons together just to have for self defense.. but it seems she wanted more from it. It honestly scares me that she keeps putting herself in such dangerous situations. Situations that could hurt her for the rest of her life...

Deeply I sighed looking at the time from my thoughts. I had 30 minutes of leeway today. 30 minutes of time to read emails and take work orders before slaving away with a pen and paper.

"I should just get it over with before someone walks in.." With that leaving my mouth, I opened up a browser on my computer to a gritty site. A site that looked like it was made in the 90's. At which it was, but it wasn't used as it once was used for.

This site is simply called:

ONYX.

Onyxweb . org
A site for the wicked and mentally ill. But it was the reason I could afford a new car and a free ride into the school of my dreams.
No one knows about what I do. Not even Y/n. I am forced to keep it a secret.. Because they watch and they listen. They only care about what content I bring in.. all for the price of money and connections to my dream...
I work for the site taking in wild requests and selling goods at times. Always online in communication with some random stranger. The only person I've seen in person for this type of work is the developer and the host of the site. I help film the lives. And I keep people wanting more with my imagination. The first time I was invited to try a live it was basic. Just a camera and a bloody chair. However, over the course of the year, I helped make it into a game. Well, to be more specific , I was forced into making it interesting.
I've seen and heard everything you could imagine. Watched so many people die behind my camera. All for the sake of entertainment..

Today there were only two messages in my inbox to look through. The First message I had received was one from my boss..

OX: Next Live is Wednesday. Please let me know what your direction is so I can get everything set up

Me: Of course. My ideas are attached to the file below.

OX: Wow wow~ Your a genius as always, Sky!

Sky. That's my code name here. We all had code names here actually. It was anonymous for obvious reasons. Because even if we had to shut up about the content... It was public and people liked to talk.

If someone found my real name on here..

It would be life or death...

You never know who is behind the screen in this place. That's why they call it ONYX. It's the darkest the web will get. There is no where else that is darker.

Now after finishing that message to OX. I looked at the next message in my inbox. From a random user: User_21. It seems it was a new customer as I've never see his username in my list of orders before..

User_21: I know who you are Sky.

Me: oh really? Than Who am I?

Another one?? It's not the first people have tried to crack the code of my identity... So far none have gotten it correct..