Minji stood alone in her apartment, the silence deafening. The adrenaline from the previous night still coursed through her, but it was mingled with a sense of dread. She had taken another life, and the weight of that choice pressed heavily on her chest.
The newspaper headlines blared about the murder of Choi Yeonjun, the city once again in shock. Minji had expected this, but the reality of it sent a chill down her spine. Her actions had drawn attention, and she could feel the noose tightening around her.
As she paced the room, her mind raced with the implications of her actions. She had killed two men in a matter of weeks, and now whispers of The Night Stalker echoed through the streets. Minji could almost hear the hushed conversations outside her window, the fear and paranoia creeping into the hearts of the citizens.
She couldn't afford to let her guard down. The unknown threat from the message lingered in her mind, gnawing at her resolve. Who was watching her? Who knew her secret? The paranoia began to consume her, and she struggled to find a way to regain control.
Determined to put an end to the fear that had taken root in her mind, Minji devised a plan. She would not let anyone threaten her. She would take the fight to them. The thrill of the hunt ignited a spark of defiance within her.
That night, she ventured out into the darkness, a familiar cloak of shadows draping over her once more. As she moved through the city, her heart raced with anticipation, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She was ready to confront whoever had dared to threaten her, ready to take the battle to the next level.
But the shadows whispered back, a haunting reminder of the ghosts that lingered in her past. With every step, she could feel them closing in, a reminder of the love she had lost and the darkness she had embraced. The line between hunter and hunted was blurring, and Minji knew she had to tread carefully.
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