Seo Moonjo

"I don't usually act so thoughtlessly. But I don't like anyone interfering in my work." He said in a calm tone, almost a groan, then hit him on the head with an object he had already picked from the counter.

"Fuck" he mumbles quietly, raising his hand and wiping the blood splattered on his face with his sleeve. He crouches in front of the lying body on the floor, grabs his hair, hits him on the head with the object, again and again and again.

When he is finally satisfied, he lets out a contented sigh, rose his height slowly and stands on his feet. He is panting slowly from the effort he has made. The sound of the text message of the phone lying next to the corpse attracts his attention. He bends slowly and picks up the phone. He looks at the bright screen of the phone when he feels someone's eyes on him.

He immediately turns his head and his eyes settle on you. While staring at you, he slowly lowers the phone and hangs his arm by his side. "There, there. It seems I missed something." His back is to the window and the moonlight casts shadows on his figure, his face invisible in the darkness. But his voice is strangely calm with a hint of amusement under it, like a predator in full control.