" GOODNIGHT, NEIGHBOR! "

I overheard Joon yell and I closed my door shut.
What the hell is he trying to do?
Make himself sound more like a stalker or something? Sheesh. 

I stood for a while catching my breath when I saw my laptop blinked.
When I'm tired, I get inspired to kill.
So I made my way to where my laptop was and checked the mails.
As always, it was filled with atisprocrat who were really wanting me to take away some lives.

Lemme tell you, if people owns money, they would do anything so save and protect that .
I scrolled down the page and I saw a promise with a cheque that holds a whole lot of zeros.
I am hooked.

" Kill me a man by the name of Kwon Jiyong. I give you a price you cannot reject. His information are attached tk this mail. My contact is below. "

My eyes twinkled at the thought of all that money that would go to me.

Yes, the fact that I help people protect their money.
I become one of them as well.
I become a person so in love and obsessed with dollars that even though I have money that could last me a lifetime, I still continue doing what I do.
I still continue killing people night after night. 

The guy's name is Kwon Jiyong.
His face was smiling.
One thing that makes me always at ease to kill these people is if they smile.
At least they smiled in their life so if they died, I guess he had experienced laughter before.
His age was young but sadly, I have the power to determine the day of his death.
It's sad but I'm like that. 

It was dark at night now so I guess everyone is asleep.
I got into my signature outfit and went on my way to kill a man.
Somehow or rather although sometimes I do feel affected by what I had done onto some people, I still keep doing what I do best.
This time, I wasn't at a club or at somewhere where there were socially many people.
I needed to find Kwon Jiyong at a house near an abandoned factory.
That's new. 

The place greeted with a cool breeze.
It used to be like an omen to me but now, I come to learn that it's just the passing wind.
The route there was terribly curvy and I almost gave up half-way.
How would this Kwon Jiyong man react if he knew his killer almost gave up killing him because of the bumpy road to his place?

I stopped for a while in the car and took the time to breathe.
I even heard my heartbeat.
To think that for 23 years of my life, my heart had been beating.
Woah, I'm so blessed. 

I hung my club over my shoulders and confidently went on my way to the house.
The door was opened, unlocked.
Lesson here: never leave your door open, rivals, enemies, they lurk everywhere.
I crept into his house.

The interior of his home was really comfortable.
It had simple furnitures and everything was clean and neat. 
The house was still and everything was dead silent.

The parallel between the silence and this man's incoming death is significant.
I walked to his room and there he was in all being, on his bed, sitting at the edge, not even noticing that I'm already in his room. 
And just so simply, I swung my club towards his shoulders.
Bleeding and in pain, he collapsed to the ground. I needed to get myself more confidence and lesser empathy so I looked at him in the eyes, not hurting him anymore, giving him one chance to speak. 

" Who are you? "

" Your grim reaper. "

I answered him as I pulled of the hoodie of my head.
I gave him a sweet smile and pulled him to face me.
He looked at me again, trying to find a clue as to why I would have done this to him. 
Behind him was a mirror and in it I saw myself.

I had never seen how I looked like when I attacked someone and now I did.
I didn't look like a killer at all.
The only thing hat differentiates me from a normal person was the club I was holding and my blazing red eyes.
I scared myself even.
Now I know why I don't deserve happiness or contentment in life. 

I looked at the man in front of me some more.
He was grimacing, holding back his pain and here I am, just looking at him.
I felt so ashamed of myself by before I could do anything good, I gave one last blow to him.
I put in all my power into that one swing.

I had almost separated his body into two.

Thansk to that, I'm sure, right now, he's no longer living. 
I kneeled to the floor and I graced his face with the tips of my fingers.
Such a waste, this one man looked promising.
And this is how he had to die. 

I did my usual ritual and left him in the mess of blood on the floor.