Chapter 3. Serial Killer (3)

Translator: Lili

“Why do you want to kill me?”

It had been a cloudy, dark night, but right at that moment, the clouds cleared briefly, and moonlight flooded into the room. Naturally, their eyes met under the soft glow of the moon.

The pale bluish moonlight melted gently into the man’s chestnut-colored irises and almond-shaped eyes. Nabi had never seen such beautiful eyes in her entire life. Captivated, she stared deeply into his pupils.

Yet, in that brief moment, the man must have discovered something in Nabi’s eyes as well, because he suddenly startled and began frantically twisting the door handle, desperately trying to escape.

“H-Hey, where are you going? Don’t go.”

Quickly, Nabi hugged him tightly from behind. There were occasionally people who fled after simply making eye contact with her like this. Anticipating such possibilities, Nabi always made sure to prepare in advance… mentally preparing herself to handle things by force, if necessary.

In his panic, the man desperately shook and rattled the door knob. Nabi, too, was perplexed. She hadn’t even tried to scare him.

‘I’ve done my best to have a friendly conversation, haven’t I?’

When the man seemed about to scream, Nabi had no choice but to cover his mouth again.

“Be quiet. You’ll get me noise complaints.”

Although she’d taken soundproofing measures, human screams uttered with every ounce of strength often managed to leak outside. Nabi knew better than to drag things out, so she finally put aside peaceful methods and gave way to a fierce struggle. Grabbing the man’s neck with one arm and covering his mouth firmly with the other, she dragged him deeper into her home.

At this point, unfortunate guests who ‘entered’ Nabi’s home usually realized, to their horror, that no matter how hard they struggled, this woman didn’t budge an inch, like a stone statue. This man was no exception. He swung a knife at Nabi, shoved furniture in her path, desperately resisting—but to no avail. He was helpless, like someone being dragged away by an unyielding machine.

But as he was being dragged along, illuminated by the faint lamp, the man managed to make another grim discovery. Besides the trails he himself left behind on the floor and walls, countless traces left by past victims already filled this room. Clearly, he wasn’t the first to be dragged this way.

Eventually, Nabi opened what appeared to be a wall, but was actually a secret hidden door. Dragging him inside, she closed the door behind them.

Nowadays, semi-basements were just considered living spaces, but originally they had been bunkers built as shelters during wars. Nabi’s semi-basement apartment was connected to an abandoned bunker. As a side note, the government didn’t even know about its existence. Nabi had burned all records herself.

In fact, about a hundred years ago, Jeon Nabi herself had designed and built this bunker.

It wasn’t because she feared war. Rather, she’d envisioned a grand plan to secretly imprison humans later on. But as the years passed, property laws changed drastically. Nabi, who lacked cleverness, had endured considerable trouble regaining ownership of this bunker. She’d made several similar hidden locations, though she wondered how many of those were still intact.

In any case, today’s catch was superb.

It had been a while since she’d tasted fresh, young meat. The arrival of this ‘guest’ was a fantastic stroke of luck. Recently, Nabi had barely gotten by eating sexual predators, and unfortunately, nine out of ten sexual offenders tended to have shabby physiques.

“Don’t be too scared.”

In comparison, the weight and build of this resisting man was quite impressive. He was filled with delicious-looking muscles. The thought of a feast after so long lifted Nabi’s spirits so high that she nearly hummed a tune.

“I’ll take you to the nicest room.”

Even though Nabi said such reassuring words, she had forgotten one fact—there was no such thing as a ‘nicest room’ down here. Opinions might differ depending on one’s values, but objectively speaking, all rooms were equally horrible. It was mostly because Nabi had gotten lazy with cleaning.

Still, she did her best and escorted him to what she considered the most acceptable room. The room was only slightly worse than a solitary confinement cell in a dilapidated prison on a remote island. It featured running water, two blankets, a ventilation system, and a toilet. True, there was someone hanging from the ceiling, slowly dying, but Nabi considered this just a minor inconvenience.

Fortunately—or unfortunately—the captured man couldn’t actually see all these details. The entire bunker was pitch-dark. Dragged across the cold cement floor like luggage, he sensed only the heavy stench of blood, eerie gusts of wind, and the rasping breath of a dying person. He didn’t need sight to understand he’d been dragged into a living hell.

He was thrown roughly somewhere. Soon, feeling someone touching him in the darkness, he finally screamed out loud.

“What the fuck! Get away, stay back, fuck off!”