"Reporters and citizens found four more men wounded at the back of an abandoned warehouse two nights ago. The men were taken to the hospital because of vicous and deadly wounds over their chests and legs. After intense care the police asked questions about their attacker but didn't get an answer they were looking for. The men described the murderer as a...woman. Police state that the men must've been just seeing things, the way they described this woman made the victims seem weak and vulnerable because, 'No way could a woman take on four men at a time...'. But people have been reporting more and more attacks, describing the same person. Be careful out at night on the streets. Let's give this woman a name, just calling her 'attacker' or 'murderer' isn't as fun. Danger Girl, we'll find you-"

*CLICK* The screen turned black, turning the small and old apartment dark and creepy. But the two in the room didn't care to turn on the lights. A man with black buzzed hair and bags under his eyes sighed and stood from his creaking chair. He grabbed two beer bottles off the counter and handed one to his companian, smirking, "Way to go sis. Looks like some people got a good look at ya'." The woman grunted in frustration and took the bottle.

"I don't care. I'm not moving, this is our terf Seungri, I intend to keep it that way." She grumbled at her older brother.

"Aigoo...we're gonna have to leave sometime, unless you hide your face and disguise your voice. We've been living just fine and getting away with this. At least kill your victims instead of letting them live like me."

She stood and glared, "I hide their bodies, they just happen to be found before they die. And we're not leaving anytime soon, got that Seungri?"

"Whatever you say... Ugh..what am I going to do with you Chaerin?"

Chaerin smirked and popped her bottle, its cap flew out the broken glass window, "Easy. Nothing."