Minjoo swears that she's been careful with her killing spree after that one incident that nearly costed her identity to be revealed. But here she is, in front of someone with a crazy, psychotic grin on her face, even with her being pinned against the wall and with a bloody knife, still warm and dripping with fresh blood, pressed against her neck. There is no fear in her expression, just a look of pure obsession.

"You're still as amazing as usual, Minjoo-sshi," Hitomi, the said person, says, purring as she leans forward, not caring if the knife pressed deeper against her skin. "The way you cut him up is an art itself. It's so beautiful that I can't stop pressing the shutter."

Minjoo growls. No, she's not intimidated by her. She's a killer, for sake; and Hitomi is, what, her obsessive stalker? She can't kill, and Minjoo is supposedly the predator between the two. She knows Hitomi in her class. She's a quiet child, always preferring to sit on the very front and focused on the lecture, away from the drama happening at the back of the class.

But why,

Why does Minjoo feel the unmistakable feeling of fear rippling down her spine?

"What do you want?"

"If I say you," Hitomi carefully says, but still with eyes so alight with morbid amusement, "will you believe me?"

"I won't."

"Too bad," she sings, laughing when Minjoo snarls at her