Kim Taehyung II Prisoner

A journalist takes on an assignment to explore the psyche of a convicted murderer on death row, initially viewing it as nothing more than a professional challenge. What begins as a simple exchange of letters soon shifts into something far more intimate and unsettling. Each carefully penned response reveals layers of a mind both brilliant and unreadable, drawing her deeper into a web of intrigue, obsession, and doubt. As she uncovers inconsistencies in the case, the certainty of guilt begins to blur, and the world outside the prison walls starts to feel less real than the connection she has forged within them. Logic warns her to keep her distance, but fascination becomes an addiction, and soon, she finds herself entangled in something she can no longer control.

Kim Taehyung II Prisoner

A journalist takes on an assignment to explore the psyche of a convicted murderer on death row, initially viewing it as nothing more than a professional challenge. What begins as a simple exchange of letters soon shifts into something far more intimate and unsettling. Each carefully penned response reveals layers of a mind both brilliant and unreadable, drawing her deeper into a web of intrigue, obsession, and doubt. As she uncovers inconsistencies in the case, the certainty of guilt begins to blur, and the world outside the prison walls starts to feel less real than the connection she has forged within them. Logic warns her to keep her distance, but fascination becomes an addiction, and soon, she finds herself entangled in something she can no longer control.

The first letter arrived on a Wednesday.

At first, it was just another piece of mail, buried under a stack of official prison documents. But when Taehyung’s name caught her eye, she hesitated. He wasn’t just another inmate—he was a murderer. A man whose trial had been plastered across every news outlet, whose face had been dissected in courtrooms and living rooms alike. Cold. Unrepentant. Dangerous.

And now, he was writing to her.

The paper felt thin between her fingers, the ink slightly smudged as if he had hesitated before sealing it. She could already hear her editor’s voice in her head—get inside his mind, find the cracks in his story. That was the assignment, after all. A deep dive into the psychology of a convicted killer. But as she unfolded the letter, something shifted.

His handwriting was neat, deliberate.

"I wonder what you think of me before reading this."

Not an explanation. Not an apology. Just that.

A slow chill crept up her spine. She had spent weeks researching his case, memorizing every gruesome detail, every inconsistency in his alibi. The world had already made up its mind about him. Yet, as she read the rest of his words—calm, measured, unsettling in their intimacy—she felt something she hadn’t expected.

Curiosity.

Somewhere, in a cell lined with cold concrete and steel bars, Kim Taehyung was waiting. And for the first time, she had the unsettling feeling that this wasn’t just a letter.

It was an invitation.