+ cold sweat
➢ got a secret, can you keep it? :: actress-jinri
The young actress received the ominous message at the stroke of midnight: which only made the usually bright words an uncomfortable aura. If the sender had been anyone other than an unknown number, Jinri wouldn’t hesitate to reply with poor humour.Yet it wasn’t someone she knew. At least, from the warning emblazoned upon her screen. ‘알 수없는 ID’. She doesn’t know who it is.
And yet, Jinri finds her thumbs tapping tentatively at the keypad in reply to the text. Albeit, with legs curled tightly into her chest, wide-eyed and rigidly sat upright: but nonetheless, a wary response was given:
「 ✉ : 알 수없는 ID. 」 Play what?
With paranoia hard-wired into her, she could only deduce that the sender was implying her involvement in some sick game. A game whereby the rules were left unbeknownst to the actress: and a game she was certain to lose. With all blood drained from her features, the celebrity knew that it was a game she didn’t want to play: no matter how light-hearted the sender may make it seem.After all, the message could be from anyone. Anyone could have her number.
「 ✉ : 알 수없는 ID. 」 Who are you? … He could have her number.「
✉ : 알 수없는 ID. 」 … Please don’t contact me anymore.
Never in her life would she think she would be involved in the entertainment industry, well, not directly but somewhat there. Being contacted by the person who went by the name ‘Jinnabit’ - despite her morals, Haru knew she had to take this job. Nothing was certain about the task she had planned for herself and her clients had been going way, way too quiet these days.
Apparently, her next target is an ex-idol, current actress by the name of Choi Jinri. She tried to recall the actress, yet she only landed with the realisation that she has never had a childhood, the adolescent years of admiring famous people merely just for the sake of entertainment. No information was given much about how she should make the other’s life a living hell, then again, she could possibly figure things out on her own. A phone number was given, and right now, that was all she received.
The funny thing was, she had no idea how her client looked like; they’d always contact via emails and cash being transferred to her bank account and that was all. All she needed to know is that her hard work would be rewarded, not just some shitty scams that, luckily, she had never experienced before.
And so... the job starts now. One percent out of a hundred.
( text :: target #05 ➢ cjr ) A game. Aren’t you good at this? I assume actresses are good with what they do, since a game is all about good acting anyway?
She sensed fear, and in a twisted part of her mind, she liked it. That was the purpose of this whole thing anyway.
( text :: target #05 ➢ cjr ) Who are you to tell me what to do? Who I am is not important, but hello to you, Miss Choi. I’m here to spice things up, just a notch. ( text :: target #05 ➢ cjr ) Why, are you scared?










