I go by the name Black Rose.
I run around leaving bodies, bleeding to their death.
As horrid as I am, killing people as a source of income, I am beautiful.
Beautiful enough to get away as the girl next door in the neighbourhood.

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“Spare me, please spare me.”

I swung the club I was holding on go from my back to his body, the momentum reaching its limit.
The body of my victim which was intact and nearly perfect was once again broken and bloodied.
Somehow, it gives me a sense of fulfilment. As though I had accomplished I had to.

What was his name again?
Oh, Jonghyun, I think. Such a waste.
He was rather good-looking but he had to die like this. What a waste.
I sat by his side and fished out my pocket knife, slowly gracing it against his soft skin.
I tore open his shirt showing his toned chest and on it, I engraved the words I wrote on the chest of my every victim.

“Poor soul.”

It was more of a sarcastic comment rather than sympathy.
How could a man like this have people who detest him to an extend that they want him dead? Sad.

I got up on my feet and walked back out to my car which was parked not far from where I left him.
Another mission accomplished, more money in.
I smiled to myself and drove back off to the apartment I live in.