I woke up the next morning knowing that the money for last night is already in my account.
And that kept a smile on my face. 

" Hello, neighbor! "

I heard that same voice called out outside my door. 

" What? "

I stared at Joon outside my door.
He was holding out a piece of cake.
I stared at him hard.
What is he trying to do?

" I made some cake. I gave them out to the neighbors already. The last piece is for you. "

He storied with a smile across his face.
This one guy. 

" Thanks. "

I muttered after taking it from his hand.

  " ENJOY! "

I heard him say from outside.
Doesn't that guy ever get tired of bothering me or something?

I sat on my couch, eating the cake, watching MTV playing reruns of Jersey Shore.
That was boring so I took out my laptop and surf the net and got on tumblr.
What? Can't a person like me go on sites like that? 

While taking my own selca, my laptop beeped again.
Even in the damn morning, yes, I do have people requesting for death.
I secretly wish that one day, rivalry will end amongst humanity and no one will die for the greed of money. 

" If you can take the life of this man, I would give you any price you ask for as long as it's commendable with the work you provide for me. My numbers below. The guy's name is Hwang Chansung. "

(* I Can't was playing and MrHwang's my bias so he has to die. Sorry, bb.)

It's morning though, how was I supposed to kill him.
If I were to wear my black suit this bright morning, I would look like a killer to anyone.
What an absurd request this man has.
I was about to ignore this message when I scrolled down to see who the man that emailed me was.
One of my most trusted costumer.
What would I be if I were to just ignore him? 

And once again, I got back up on my feet to go on a killing spree.
These days,  feel so different.
Now, I kill much more frequently that even the news couldn't put up with my fast actions. 

Hwang Chansung. His name sounds nice.
He seemed to work in a company. Interesting.
So how the hell so I actually kill him?
Ugh. I hate it when my clients aren't very specific.
Piss me off when I have to use my brain.
I don't use it for a reason, it's precious. 

With my killer clothes underneath my thick light brown coat,
no one noticed a thing as per normal and I got into my car, and the engine.
I'm on my way to kill yet another man. 

I actually did it differently this time round.
Instead of using my club, I used a knife.
Yeah, a sharp, sharp knife.
I mean, I walked into a company building.
I am boss. But I can't walk into the office compound with a club on my shoulder.
That's retarded. 

He was different in a way.
He knew I was coming towards him.
He saw me even before I attacked him.
He saw the knife I was holding.
But he made no attempts of moving away from me.
He didn't even panicked seeing a girl in front of him, pointing a knife at his face. 

I recalled him asking me what I was doing.
I just smirked and plunged the knife into him.
He didn't have an expression on.
Not of anger or pain or anything.
The face he wear when he first realizes me in the bathroom with him and the face he wear when he falls to the ground, it's the same.
And in a way, it creeped me out.
I expected him to say something, to curse at me maybe when I gave him a chance to.
But he just used the chance to stare at me.
I was about to stab him once more, to make sure he's really gone and only then he spoke.

" Stay. "

I remembered his shaky voice say. 
I didn't know how I reacted to his voice and what he said to me but I shuddered. How ironic.
I'm killing him and he wants me next to him now that he's gonna die. 

He lay on the floor, trying hard to keep breathing, his eyes closed in concentration.
I sighed and pushed his hair from his eyes.
I can swear, he smiled at me. He smiled. 
But at that smile he gave me, I stab him deep.
A dying man smiled at me with the last ounce of his energy and I killed him.
How much more inhuman can I get? 

I kicked his limp body to one side and washed my bloodied hand under the running water.
Taking a last glimpse at the dead body by my feet, I strode off back to where I live.
It was already almost evening by the time I got back and I was tired. And not to mention, freaked out.

I was climbing the stairs up my apartment when I saw a familiar figure pacing in front of my door. 

Joon.