Tell No Tales
Description
Dead men tell no tales.
Or do they?
Boo. I do.
Foreword
[Breaking news]: The Scorpion is on the loose, another victim sent to police headquarters in Seoul.
“Sicko.” She stood up, walked a couple of steps, then thought better of it and playfully collapsed onto the couch beside him, trapping him under her own 1.70 frame and laughing as he let out a groan.
“Tell me ‘bout it.” He pushed her off, then sat up, dark hair tousled and messy. She lifted a hand to smooth it down, then thought better of it and messed it up even more. Letting out an indignant squawk, Haoran collapsed onto the couch again, and she laughed.
"You know how your ranting sound like some hella out of tune singing...” Like Woohyun, she stretched out her legs in front of her, kicking them against the ground. “Why the sudden rant though?” Her smile disappeared as it was suddenly replaced with a serious expression.
“The news.” Came the simple reply as he ran a hand gently over the animal’s head between its ears. “The Scorpion. Heard of him?”
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