"People hating me doesn't faze me. People loving me...that would be concerning."
A group of criminals with supernatural powers are getting ready for the biggest heist of their lives, but for it to work they need Kimhan the Executioner.
However, it'...
— what would you do if you reached the point of no return? —
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Time is a funny thing, really.
Because it doesn't even exist.
It goes fast for those who wish it would go so slow that it almost stops.
It goes slow for those who wish it would go fast that they would just blink and whatever awful situation they are in would be long gone.
It seems to go faster the older a person gets.
It seems to be shaped and bent from person to person. The same amount of time at the same place at the same moment can be just a blink of an eye for one person and an entire eternity for the other.
Time is the made-up concept by humanity that makes humans go crazy one way or another.
Right now, Chay wished that he could just blink and everything would be over.
Years ago, Kim wished the same.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
For three days Chay had been listening to that same sound, driving him crazy. The clock on the wall in front of him became his best friend as much as it had become his enemy; reminding him how long he had been in the claws of Kimhan the Executioner.
The tick-tocking sound become especially cruel during the night when it was deadly quiet everywhere. Kim let him sit on the blood-stained sofa, alone and hurt. Every night he even took Moonshine with him. Khun Chen's body was long gone, Kim put him in a plastic barrel full of acid and let him disintegrate.
How did Chay know?
Kim made sure to tell him everything with explicit details. He called it 'confiding in a friend.'
Chay called it 'being Kimhan's personal diary he really didn't ask to be.' He knew one thing, the more he would learn about Kim the more reasons Kim would have for killing him. Chay was long beyond worrying whether Kim would kill him or not. But listening to Kim's fucked up mind was putting a sharp wire around his mind and slowly, incredibly slowly strangling it over and over again.
Chay was somewhere between reality and delirium. This evening before Kim went to sleep he lay his head on Chay's lap and read a book. Chay didn't know what book and he didn't even want to know. What made Chay realize his delirium was getting worse, was that brief moment when Kim let his hair free out of the man bun and Chay found himself wanting to run his fingers through it.
But Chay knew why his delirium was still worsening, he was cold and hot at the same time. Since last night he felt his body sweating way more than usual and the shivers he had all over his body weren't from Kimhan's presence a long time ago. He was running a fever, he knew that. Most likely a pretty high one. He was expecting that. Kim's name on his chest was infected. Kim was making sure to dig the knife into those letters over and over again to make sure that it would take a longer time to heal and that his name would stay there right in the middle of Chay's chest like a scar that Chay would have to wear around like a necklace of belonging.
