The Echo Of My Shadow

In a city that sleeps with one eye open, death isn't a surprise-it's a pattern.

Every victim is found the same way. No witnesses. No mercy. No hesitation. The killer doesn't act from rage or fear, and never kills by mistake. Each body is a message written in blood, daring the city to understand why they deserved it.

YN She is emotionless-not cold, not cruel, simply empty. Wariness never touched her. Fear never learned her name. Her eyes hold no warmth, no hatred, no sorrow; whatever once lived inside her died long ago, buried so deep even she forgot when it stopped breathing.

Until he chose her.

He sees what the world never did. He stays. He loves her. And slowly, against every law of survival, something forbidden begins to bloom inside her hollow chest. Feelings return like a curse-soft, dangerous, and unwanted. As she falls for him, emotions awaken... and with them, the terrifying truth that love might be more lethal than the killings themselves.

Because this isn't random violence.
It's a confession.
And the final name on the list hasn't been crossed out yet.