ONE ACT
No one was in the room he was searching.
Gable looked around the empty room for a moment before returning to the hallway. If there was no one on the second floor, then they must be in the room to the left of this one. This was the room of the young man who had accompanied him.
As he approached, he could hear sounds coming from behind the door. It sounded like talking or arguing, but he couldn't make out the words because of the heavy door separating them. But there was definitely more than one person in that room.
Gable didn't hesitate to knock on the door. After all, the man Gable was looking for would have sensed his presence the moment he stepped onto the first step of the staircase leading to the second floor.
"Excuse me for a moment."
Gable knocked on the door and spoke briefly, waiting a second or two before turning the handle. Even though there was no response, he didn't care much. From the start, the person inside was not someone who would respond to such unnecessary questions.
The door opened. Gable took a step inside and then stopped. As he had thought, there were two people in the room. It was indeed with a young man. Up to that point, everything was as he had predicted, but there was one situation he had not anticipated.
"...."
No one spoke. Gable, the man, and the young man all remained silent. The young man didn't even move. He had his back to Gable, frozen in place.
The timing wasn't right.
Gable felt a bit sorry for the young man, but not for the man.
The young man had his face buried between the legs of the man sitting on the bed. Judging by the pale hands gripping and pressing down on the young man's head - Gable knew well how strong and firm those beautiful, smooth hands were — they seemed to be holding the struggling young man down.
The moment he entered, the poor young man seemed to freeze when he sensed Gable's presence, with the man's penis still in his mouth.
Gable watched the scene silently. The man sitting across from Gable pressed down on the young man's head with one hand and spoke.
"Is it urgent?"
"Not really. I'll wait downstairs. Come down when you're finished."
The man waved his hand slightly in acknowledgment. Gable turned away from the man, quietly closed the door, and left. Just like when he went up, he descended the stairs lightly. There was no rush. It was just rumored that the Saudi Arabian ambassador to the United States would soon be replaced. It would be a while before it was announced, and it wasn't urgent news right now.
Sitting on a bench in the hallway downstairs, Gable picked up a newspaper from the stack on the table. He opened the paper and clicked his tongue.
The man had already undressed. His usually squinted eyes were more heated than usual. So, it was unlikely that this would end with just a few words. After ejaculating once or twice in the young man's mouth, he was likely to pin him down and continue. Gable was about to sigh deeply when the landlady walked by, tilting her head and asking if there was anything troubling him.
Gable shook his head.
"No, just thinking I might have to clean up another dead body today."
"Oh my God. No way. Please don't do anything that would bring the police here."
The landlady probably thought he was joking. She laughed and then disappeared into one of the rooms.
But Gable wasn't entirely joking.
He had faced such situations quite a few times. Before working outside, he had worked with James under Kyle at the T&R headquarters. To be precise, James managed the company on behalf of their lazy boss, while Gable handled matters related to the boss's personal issues.
The problems Kyle faced couldn't even be counted on both hands, but the biggest problem he had to deal with came from his own family. Among them, his younger brother was the most significant issue. His biological brother.
That younger brother-the man who was on the second floor-had been a problem even
before he reached adulthood.
When he was three or four years old, Kyle once wondered, "I wonder if I named my brother incorrectly. I think it would have been better to name him Damian*."
(*Damian: Gentle, friendly, restraint/ or in the Bible: The tamer - likes to control things that
belong to him.)
Kyle was already an adult at that time and had a considerable age gap with his younger
brother. People said that although the boy was a promising child with great potential, his beautiful hair might need to be shaved off to see if there was a Satan demon stuck somewhere in his head.
Strangers took it as a joke, but Gable knew it was the truth. Of course, most people who
knew about the younger brother understood what kind of person he was.
Initially, the one who handled most of the messes caused by the younger brother was James. Then, a few years ago, when James had to undergo psychological counseling and sought every possible way to resign due to the enormous workload, Gable took on part of James' responsibilities. And dealing with Kyle's younger brother was one of those tasks.
There are things he still remembers very clearly.
He had once had to dispose of a dead body.
Gable quietly carried the body away, never imagining he would have to do something like that in his lifetime. Gable looked at the young man, wondering whether he had been
defending himself or overreacting when he caused this mess. The young man just stood there motionless, staring down at the blood on his hands.
At that time, he wasn't old enough to be considered an adult and was still a young man. He wasn't even of legal age yet, and Gable thought this probably wasn't the first or only murder he had committed. Gable asked bluntly.
"Shocked, aren't you?"
When he asked, Gable remembered the first time he killed a man.
Of course, he hadn't killed because he wanted to. When he was young, he had worked for the Department of Defense for a short period and had no choice but to kill someone in self-defense during an encounter. However, the memory of the hot blood rising at that moment was something he would probably never forget until the day he died. Maybe the personwould have certainly killed Gable if he hadn't killed them, and even though the cause of all that trouble was the opponent, he didn't have to feel guilty or regretful or suffer from a guilty
conscience because of it. And that was the first time he killed someone.
Looking at the horrifyingly bloody corpse in front of him, he didn't think to say anything kind to the young man. But seeing him standing there, staring at his bloodstained hands, Gable spoke up unconsciously. "You're shocked, aren't you?" The smell of blood, the feeling of the warm blood that he had only imagined before was now vividly real before his eyes with the motionless corpse. Was he shocked?
But shortly after, Gable received a reply he had vaguely expected.
"Hmm?"
Gable made eye contact with the man looking at him and immediately realized he had asked a pointless question.
"Amazing. Do you have a wet towel? I should have wiped it before the blood dried. Once it dries, it's hard to clean."
Gable quietly pointed to a nearby bathroom. Then he continued to clean up the body.
This wasn't his first time. Gable, James, and the others hadn't known that he was already
quite familiar with killing. His voice carried no guilt. 'Tsk, maybe I should wear gloves next time' he muttered.
Yes. He was that kind of person. A person without the emotions a human should have.
"...."
These wandering thoughts didn't stop him from thoroughly reading the evening news in the paper while still deep in thought. Today, the world was a mess.
Gable glanced up at the second floor. There were no more sounds coming from above.
He stood up, went to the kitchen, grabbed a fruit from the basket, and wiped it on his pants. Gable took a bite, eating as he looked out at the small square outside the window, then returned to the hall. On his way back, he received a telegram. Gable slowly made his way to the hall, glancing through it to see if there was anything he could respond to immediately. Then he saw him coming down from the second floor, now sitting on the sofa.
He was flipping through the newspaper on the table, wearing only pants, looking slightly disheveled compared to his usual self, as if proudly showing off what he had just done. The clear bite marks on his arm looked like they had been clenched by someone's hands.
Gable turned and walked towards the second floor when he saw the man who didn't even glance at him, just flipping through the newspaper, aware of his presence.
It was time to dispose of the corpse.
In fact, he had come down faster than Gable had expected. Gable thought it would take
longer for him to finish, surprisingly. Has he run out of stamina over the years? Or had his sexual tendencies changed?
Previously, he didn't care if his partner's body was torn apart or unconscious, he would disregard it and quickly satisfy his desires before nonchalantly leaving.
That's usually how it went.
A few years ago, shortly after Gable took over handling matters related to him, the man finally reached adulthood, no longer a child and capable of handling his own messes without relying on others. At that time, Gable had to leave Germany for overseas assignments. Their connection ended, but until then, Gable frequently had to clean up the dead bodies left behind
by him.
Of course, not all of them were dead bodies.
It was like this.
When he was rolling around with another woman or man on the bed.
Depending on the situation, but not limited by time or circumstance, it would take hours
before he left the bed. After he finished, he would go straight to the bathroom, and Gable would take care of the poor victims while he was showering.
Generally, his main job was to quickly take the unconscious person to the hospital, usually with blood-soaked legs or a face covered in tears, mucus, or other bodily fluids. If the victim was a man, there were situations where they had to go to the hospital due to severe internal injuries or rectal prolapse; If it is a woman, she will be hospitalized for uterine prolapse,
vaginal tearing...
(When I typed this part, I fainted 7749 times)
Even Gable had to frown at the sight of the man's organ when he accidentally saw it a few times. There were even people who blindly wanted to follow him. But when he undressed, they would pale, screaming and crying to go back.
After waking up in the hospital, some of them said they would sue. And almost all of them gave the same reason.
No matter if they said no, cried, begged, or resisted in anger, the man would ignore their
pleas and proceed. Blood from their torn bodies would flow down their thighs, soaking the sheets, but he wouldn't care until he was satisfied. After finishing, he would casually head to the bathroom alone.
Gable knew all this because he was the one who took them to the hospital after they passed out.
Seeing them faint with bloodied bodies, yes. Even if there were no dead bodies but just
unconscious people, Gable sometimes felt like fainting too.
Gable sighed and walked up to the second floor. Although he hadn't seen him in years, it seemed he hadn't changed.
But the young man he had brought along-who might now be a bloodied corpse on the
second floor was someone Kyle had previously mentioned to Gable.
"Maybe he'll be with Ilay. He's a good guy and Jeong Jaeui's younger brother. Help him out and take care of him."
However, before he could help or take care of him, the young man had already died. On the very first day they arrived here.
Maybe he wasn't actually dead. Gable clicked his tongue. The young man had left a good impression on him, and Gable also had a good feeling about him. After all, where had he gotten caught by that inhuman man? Gable climbed the stairs to the second floor, hoping the island's medical facilities could handle it and it wouldn't be serious enough to require going offshore to a major hospital on the mainland. However, after climbing a few steps, he heard a
voice behind him.
"Where are you going, Gable?"
Gable turned to the voice calling him. He was still holding the newspaper and spoke in a monotonous tone.
Gable raised an eyebrow.
"Well... I'm going to clean up."
When Gable replied that he was going to take care of the body upstairs, he lowered his voice.
"Don't go."
Gable stared at the man. He was still flipping through the newspaper, his face expressionless as if nothing had happened.
Gable descended the stairs again and sat across from him.
This situation. It seemed he had made a foolish mistake. Previously, he would have quickly realized this atmosphere.
His mood was very bad. Although he was still flipping through the newspaper indifferently, his voice cold and his hand movements calm, Gable could sense his unusual mood. In this case, if he made even the slightest mistake, he might see a 'real corpse.'
Gable looked at him with a puzzled expression. He couldn't understand why his mood had dropped so suddenly.
But thinking back to when he was on the second floor, his mood had been off ever since Gable caught that unexpected scene. Gable still remembered his cold voice when he asked him, 'Is it urgent?'
From what Gable could infer, there had probably been an argument with the young man.
But another question arose.
Based on Gable's understanding of this man, he wasn't someone who would do that with someone he didn't like. If he truly disliked someone, that person would likely be a corpse by now. No, for those he didn't like, there was no humanity in his treatment from the start.
That man...
When he met him at the airport and saw the young man for the first time, although he didn't show it, Gable had been very surprised when the young man called him by that name. And he responded with a calm face. Until now, at least to Gable, he had never seen anyone call this man by his name other than his family.
Gable had been very curious about how this man had such a friend and even more surprised to know he still kept him as a friend despite being Jeong Jaeui's younger brother. (Even though he had never heard anything like this from Kyle).
And now. This situation also completely surprised him.
Could it be that because he was Jeong Jaeui's younger brother, he cared about him like this? Of course not, because this man was not the type to care about anyone for such reasons.
"Gable."
Suddenly, he spoke, still not taking his eyes off the newspaper. Gable remained silent,
waiting for his next words. He glanced at Gable. His eyes were as cold as ice.
"Never enter without my permission when I'm with him."
"And forget what you saw earlier."
"...I understand."
These words also astonished him. Perhaps it was because this man had changed over the years without Gable knowing.
"Alright. What's the matter? Nothing to discuss?"
"Ah. The boss contacted me. It seems the Arab ambassador to the US will soon be changed. UNHRDO might also receive the news soon."
"Who?"
"The Hazard lineage probably has the most power, so it could be one of the two prince's."
"Then Musta..."
He was talking while folding the newspaper, but then he suddenly fell silent. Gable tilted his head slightly, waiting for his train of thought to conclude. It seemed to be something related to work.
Gable waited patiently. And the words that followed left him going from one surprise to
another shock.
"This matter might require a longer discussion. Let's continue in your room... but before that."
Gable stood up, following the man who had just put down the newspaper and risen from the sofa. He was about to walk away but suddenly stopped, frowning in silence after speaking. Gable raised an eyebrow, pretending to be unaware.
"... The owner of this place, asked her to prepare food for him first. Because he said he was very hungry."
Gable stood in stunned silence at his unexpected words. After a moment of quiet, Gable replied: "I understand." Then he instructed him to go to his room first while he headed to the kitchen to convey the message to the landlady. He had been here quite a while, and the landlady was quite friendly with Gable. She responded with a radiant smile, "Alright," and went upstairs.