The city was a labyrinth of shadows, the flickering gaslights casting eerie shapes on the cobblestone streets. Minji walked briskly, her heart pounding in her chest. It was her favorite time of night, when the world was quiet, and the darkness wrapped around her like a familiar cloak. But this night was different—there was an undercurrent of tension in the air, a palpable sense of danger.
Minji had become "The Night Stalker", a name whispered among the terrified citizens. Each murder was a tribute to her lover, Hanni, whose life had been cruelly snatched away. Her hands shook with a mix of exhilaration and fear as she considered her next target. She had not chosen this path lightly, but the weight of vengeance drove her forward.
The news had been abuzz with reports of the killer's latest victim—a man named Hwang Hyunjin, a local businessman with a reputation for cruelty. He had been found dead in his office. The police were baffled, but Minji felt a twisted satisfaction knowing that she had played a role in delivering justice for Hanni.
As she made her way home, Minji's thoughts turned to the consequences of her actions. Each kill brought her closer to Hanni, but it also pushed her further into a dark abyss. The thrill of the hunt was intoxicating, but the fear of being caught loomed over her like a dark cloud. She knew she had to be careful—one misstep could lead to her undoing.
In her mind, she replayed the night she lost Hanni. The laughter, the warmth, the way Hanni had looked at her with those bright, loving eyes. It felt like a lifetime ago. Minji's heart ached with longing and loss, a painful reminder of what she could never reclaim.
But Minji was determined. She would not let Hanni's memory fade into obscurity. Each victim was a step closer to the vengeance she craved, a way to make the world feel the pain she had endured. She vowed to continue her dark crusade until justice was served.
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FanfictionMinji had become "The Night Stalker", a name whispered among the terrified citizens. Each murder was a tribute to her lover, Hanni, whose life had been cruelly snatched away. She replayed the night she lost Hanni. The laughter, the warmth, the way H...