"Are you okay?"

I looked up and saw a tall figure. His dark eyes, and his smile. His hair looks silky. He looks like a typical handsome boy- rather than my handsome, professional dead boyfriend Hongbin. 

I didn't realise that my nose was running as I stared blankly at this guy. He looks around my age. 

"Omo!" He suddenly ran to me and wiped my nose with his sleeve. The hell?

"Ew," he said and he wiped his mucus stained sleeve on my sleeve. 

Unbelievable.

He was sitting next to me, wiped my nose and wiped it back at me? Oh my god, this guy.

"WOULD YOU PLEASE GO AWAY FROM ME?" I literally screamed at his face. The weird guy wore a shocked expression as I continued to sob. 

I planted my face on my knees and sobed rather loudly. I thought I would've been enjoying with Jiyeon and Hongbin, playing around but now?

They are now dead. My doing. And I ended up at the outskirts of Seoul, sobbing at a dark curb with some night lights along with a weird guy next to me.

What a great life you have there, Sunggi.

I continued to sob as I felt a large hand patting my head slowly. 

"It's okay, y-" the boy was hesitant at first then he sighed and looked at my eyes. 

"Y-you could cry on my shoulders." 

Before I could judge him even more, I was pulled into an embrace by him. His warmth- made me cried even harder which then he rubbed my back and calmed me down.

He then broke the hug and held my shoulders, "Would you tell me your problems? Why are you crying?"

His deep voice made my heart a bit lighter than before. I shook my head, "No, it's not really a major problem."

Yes, it is. What if I get caught by the cops? I would bring shame to the Shin's name.

"Do you want to know something?" he asked.

I looked at him and nodded slowly. 

"I just killed my father."  he said with a blank face and started to laugh.

I looked at him in disbelief- I'm not sure whether I'm supposed to be impressed on how happy he was after murdering his own father or feel afraid that I was facing a killer.

But I'm a killer too. He only murdered a person while I just killed two and cooked my dead boyfriend.

The thought that I actually turned