When a woman disguised as a man encounters a deadly killer I BTS JIMIN FF ONE-SHOT I
In a web of secrecy and danger, a disguised woman's encounter with an enigmatic figure sets off a suspenseful journey fraught with twists and unexpected connect...
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The night was draped in shadows, and you, disguised as a man, a commoner in the dimly lit streets, hurried your steps, the urgency pounding in your chest. The coarse fabric of the borrowed attire clung to your form, concealing your identity.
The echo of your footsteps reverberated through the deserted alley, a solitary echo in the silence of the night.
As you turned a corner, your heart plunged into an abyss at the sound of groans intertwined with the ominous symphony of unsheathed swords.
You approached the source with trepidation, inching closer to a dimly lit crossroad. The metallic scent of blood slithered through the air, a prelude to the haunting tableau that awaited you.
Five lifeless bodies lay sprawled across the cobblestone ground, their eyes vacant in the moonlight.
A crimson river meandered, staining the once-innocent stone. Your gaze ascended from the macabre masterpiece, and there, amidst the tableau of death, stood the man in question.
His face, bathed in the cold glow of the moon, bore no trace of remorse. Crimson liquid painted grotesque patterns across his countenance, a mask forged in brutality.
He wore the night like a cloak of malevolence, his eyes reflecting the abyss he had willingly descended into.
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You dared not breathe, your senses arrested by the gruesome scene. The weight of the unspeakable violence hung in the air, clawing at your throat. The metallic tang of blood clung to the back of your tongue, a taste that seeped into your very core.
In a trance, you sought refuge behind a dilapidated barrel, a silent observer to the aftermath of the man's malevolence. His movements were deliberate, his sword a lethal dance partner.
He wiped the blade clean, his eyes casting shadows that danced with the flickering lanterns.
As you tried to retreat, the fates conspired against you. The night betrayed your presence, and an ill-fated twig snapped beneath your foot.
