An Affair With Death

Time passed so quickly. In a luxurious apartment, where only the upper class, such as celebrities, officials, or well-known businesspeople and tycoons, lived, the atmosphere was quiet and deserted because it was two in the morning. Knock! Knock! Knock! The sound of footsteps echoes throughout every corner of the room, particularly in one of the studio-type apartments, where a woman stands weakly with her head bowed, her hands bound behind her back. Her wrists were red from being hung for too long with a strong rope. Splash!!! A glass of water was roughly poured onto the woman's face, startling her as she was caught off guard by such treatment. “Who are you?” the woman asked, glaring sharply at the person wearing a mask that covered their entire face. “I am your angel of death, dear. You like to cheat and often steal others' happiness, don't you? Come, I'll make you happier than ever before.” “No, please don't do anything to me!” “Too late, dear. If you didn't want me to do anything to you, you shouldn't have hurt other women and played with others' dignity,” he replied mysteriously. “Please let me go. I promise that when I get out of here, I will change my ways and make amends for everything I've done,” the girl pleaded, hoping that the person in front of her would be kind enough to forgive her and give her another chance. “Do you think I care?” he asked casually, then strolled closer. “Of course not, you know that right now there's something about you that's driving me crazy, dear.” The quieter his voice became, the more fear crept into the woman who worked as a senior staff member at the foundation. Her body trembled, sensing that death might be just moments away. “Who are you? I don't know you at all, and I don't have a problem with you. Why are you doing this to me?” Slowly, a giggle could be heard, growing louder and louder and ending in an echoing laugh. Only after hearing the laughter did the woman realise that the person in front of her might be a man. But when he spoke again, his voice sounded like a woman's, leaving Karina confused. "You don't have a problem with me, but you have a problem with all the innocent people. You took the rights of the little people by disgustingly stealing their belongings, you also had an affair with a member of parliament who had a pregnant wife, causing her to end her life, and finally, you sold some children from an orphanage to an auction house. And that disturbs my mind!" she said emphatically, causing fear and trembling in the person she was talking to. “No, you know nothing about me! What you're saying is completely untrue. Better tell me now, who are you and what do you want? What are you—” he denied, trying to stay strong, though his body was already trembling with fear. “Really? Alright, if you won't admit it, but you must know who G-Devil is, right??” The woman's eyes widened upon hearing the name G-Devil mentioned by the man in front of her. Who didn't know G-Devil, the notorious killer whose whereabouts were difficult to track down even by the police or detectives, despite always leaving his name around the crime scene. Many people already knew who G-Devil was and how he carried out his murders. But one thing they remembered most was that G-Devil always finished off anyone with severe cases and was merciless towards serious criminals. They also knew that most of the time when he committed his murders, G-Devil always left behind evidence of the victim's crimes, causing the victim's name to remain tarnished even after they were no longer in this world. “Do you remember who G-Devil is, Karina?” whispered the man claiming to be G-Devil, causing the woman named Karina to tremble in fear. After finishing his sentence, the figure with an unrecognisable face easily pulled out a knife from the leather jacket covering his body. It began to slowly slice the beautiful face in front of him. “Aaarrrrggghhhh!” “Again, this scream of pain is its rhythm for me.” Without giving her a chance to breathe, the cutter was slashed across the other cheek, forming a diagonal line. Sraaattt!!! “Aaarrrgghh! Please forgive me.” “It's not that easy, dear. You never forgave those whose happiness you destroyed. You didn't forgive those you separated from their children, so why should I forgive you now?” he growled, hearing the ridiculous plea from the woman who had become the source of suffering for the entire community, including her brother. Fed up with her endless rambling, G-Devil began to slice the cutter across her neck, forming a circular line and severing the small veins there. Blood gushed out, making G-Devil laugh with such joy. “Oops, I'm sorry, dear. You have to suffer first. After this, you'll feel an incredible sense of relief, and you'll feel comfortable!” G-Devil quickly took a needle filled with the drug, injected it into the neck, and made Karina fall unconscious. “Congratulations, dear. Your heart will soon be my newest collection. And it will be the biggest news tomorrow morning on TV,” he chuckled, then left the place where he had carried out his actions. However, after taking a few steps, the figure claiming to be G-Devil quickly turned around and took a makeup brush to collect the blood flowing from Karina's neck. He then used it as paint to write his name on the wall as a gift for the detectives. "Clean up this place. I don't want anything related to me left here. The operation on the woman who was Karina's victim and suffered a heart attack will be performed tonight. I brought her heart myself while it was still fresh. Tell the doctor to prepare everything tonight!“ G-Devil said to someone on the phone. ”Your heart is useful, dear. I hope your heart can also be helpful for someone in need!"