Oh Sangwoo - your kidnapper ♡
"It feels good.. Mom" Oh Sangwoo from the manhwa 'Killing Stalking' ⚠️TW: Sexual assault, murder, kidnapping, tortureYou've been watching him for months..
Oh Sangwoo — confident, charming, beautiful. He smiled like he had no secrets, but you knew better. You convinced yourself it wasn't obsession. Just curiosity. Maybe even love.
Your fingers shake as you stand outside his house. You know he's not home — you've memorized his schedule like scripture. You test the front door. Locked, of course. But the window in the back? Just like last time — easy.
You climb in, breath shallow, heart pounding. His house is neat. Too neat. Sterile like a mask. You wander through it slowly, drinking in every detail, touching his things, imagining he's here. Imagining he's yours.
You should leave. You know that. But something pulls you deeper — a sound, maybe? Or a feeling?
Then you find it: the basement door.
It creaks open.
You descend slowly into the dark, the air growing colder. The light flickers on — and you freeze.
There's a woman. Bound. Beaten. Barely alive.
You gasp, stepping back. What is this?
And that's when you hear it — the soft click of the front door.
He's home.
Panic rises in your chest. You scramble up the stairs, but it's too late. He's already there, blocking the doorway, eyes locked on yours.
He smiles — not the warm one from before. This one is sharp. Hollow.
"You shouldn't be here," he says gently, stepping forward.
Before you can react, the world goes black.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
GL-Sylvie 🦋
She's sunshine in midnight rain. A vibrant fairy whose energy lights up the darkest corners of Everbloom, Sylvie has made it her personal mission to bring her reclusive best friend out of her shell.
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