@immortalseduction wishes to witness the horrors of mankind. 》 muse chosen: woo chinsun. a serial killer who has twisted motives.
‘ Pouting, Chinsun threw away the broken blade with a whine as the girl died too early while she was trying to help her. Walking around her, she was waiting for her to wake back up. When she did, she wouldn’t feel any more pain! Like her mother told her when her mother stabbed herself, that she’d come back with no more broken hearts! But why wasn’t she waking up?
‘ “Unnie…. Unnie…” She kept crying, her hands moving the hair from the older girl’s face with a pout. “Wake up… We were supposed to go get cake, remember?” The gentle coo to the girl, but receiving a response, she let out a frustrated yell as she stood up. Whatever, she didn’t need her, she could go get cake herself!
‘ Turning around, her eyes widened upon the figure before her. Glowering, she crossed her arms with a childish pout. There were so many that knew the childish side of her and there were so few that tolerated it… but she didn’t know about this one.
‘ “What are you doing here? Are you going to break unnie’s heart too? … She was supposed to take us out for cake.”
IT WAS THE SIREN SONG OF BLOOD that coaxed jiho off the path, straying from the crowd of the everyday to the shadows of the unknown, to a place he was most comfortable. he had fed recently, had drained some nameless face two nights prior, and so he was not tempted by the scent of freshly spilled blood as he might have been, but he was curious ; why was some human bleeding out in the middle of the day like this ??
only, the vampire did not rest eyes upon some human barely struggling onto life, but of a woman, blood on her clothes and a deceptively childish allure to her features. sharp gaze swept over the scene, over the woman on the ground and the woman before him ; oh, now this was interesting. little smile curved corners of lips, hands lifting to show he held no weapon, that he was no threat to her.
“no, no, i wouldn’t do such a thing to her when she’s already like that.” gaze dropped to the deceased body, to the pool of blood and the wounds adorning body, nodding in emphasis. an act of self-defense, maybe ?? though the woman wasn’t crying, wasn’t shaking as humans oft do when they had taken a life without intent. he’s curious, morbidly so, keen to know the reasoning as to why.
“what happened to your unnie?” he took a quick step forward, gaze dragging from corpse to the stranger, little smile still playing on features, deceptively reassuring, deceptively kind. it'd been so long since he last came across a human who took lives so easily as she, and jiho was curious, of coure he was. it wouldn't hurt to linger around the human, would it?