"Did you get him for good?" Woojin asked on the phone. The bearded man answered from the other line.
"Yes, sir. I made sure to hit him in the head hard."
"Good," Woojin said, his lips curving slightly.
"Sir, actually, I didn't wear a mask, just a cap when I hit the blonde guy, his friend saw my face."
"What an idiot!" Woojin snapped. "I'll send the money. Get out of this city immediately."
"Yes, sir."
He had lied to Jungtae about going on a trip for a week.
Woojin ended the call and stared at his reflection in the mirror. Dark circles sank under his eyes. His gaze was empty, stripped of emotion.
All the windows in the house were shut, thick curtains drawn tight, pretending no one lived there. Woojin touched his face, then laughed quietly.
"Oh, right," Woojin murmured. "She must be hungry."
Inside the kitchen. He opened a can of cat food, poured it into a bowl, and added too much water. Smiling, he carried it into his room.
Screams followed.
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