Meanwhile…
"Oh my gosh, your eyes are green— one of my favorite colors. But now they will look better on my sketchbook instead of your face," Emris chuckled. His hammer smashed against the girl's head—not once, not twice—but seven times. She was tied to a chair, helpless. Her vision shook, and she watched her life being torn apart.
Emris laughed hysterically. With his hands, he plucked out her eyes and threw them to one side of the room. He took chunks of flesh from her head and smeared them across his face, then laughed again like a maniac.
He pulled a knife from his pocket and gently sliced her fingers one by one while humming.
"Black nail polish? I don't like it," he muttered.
He ripped her nails out using his teeth, then drove the knife deep into her stomach—deep enough that blood poured like a river beneath the chair. He pulled her hair as hard as he could until tufts came away in his hands. Laughing, he threw the hair onto the floor and slipped his grey mask over his face again. His gloves were soaked in blood.
As soon as he heard police sirens, he ran.
It was 1 a.m., and no one was on the street when Emris carried out his gruesome work. A police car happened to drive nearby.
"Sir, according to the information, this area has several lanes. One of them might be where today's missing girl incident occurred," the vice inspector said.
The inspector nodded. They stepped out of the car and walked cautiously deeper into the lane. Inspector Shang's foot hit something metal—it was a hammer. The vice inspector spotted a nail cutter. Shining their flashlights around, they finally found the girl.
"Elizabeth… this is her… look at her arm, sir," the vice inspector muttered.
Inspector Shang's heart raced. He scanned his torch over the ruined face, then to her arm.
"You're right," he whispered.
The word ELIZABETH was carved broadly into her right arm.
Inspector Shang's heart beat rapidly as he moved his torch over the girl's destroyed face, then down to her arm.
"You're right," he muttered softly.
'Elizabeth' was carved in large letters across her right arm.
The inspector sighed and pulled out his phone, calling for backup. "One stretcher needed."
But to their horror, Emris hadn't left the scene. He stood right behind them. Before they could react, he struck the inspector's skull with a hammer. As Shang reached for his revolver, Emris swung his knife in a single lightning stroke, severing Shang's arm. With the same blade, he decapitated the inspector.
Then he sprinted away into the darkness, laughing.
"Make that three stretchers!" His voice echoed eerily as he vanished.
His killing location was never fixed. No one knew when or where the next victim would appear. He was the devil of Seoul's night—the monster who hunted beautiful girls with different-colored eyes. Those with pitch-black eyes were the only ones spared. His murders always took place in isolated, dark lanes. His identity was unknown to all of South Korea.
The entire country was trying to capture him.
Seventy-five girls were slaughtered in an American hostel.
On every mirror in that hostel, a single line was written:
"Aşkim, I will find you."
His methods of killing were beyond brutal. Nobody knew his motive. Nobody knew its him or her? . He never left a single trace behind.
People called him "The Blood Sucker."
It was the name given by families whose daughters, sisters, and granddaughters were murdered.
Whether she was 7 years old or 52—it didn't matter. Anyone could become his victim.
Nobody knew how he kidnapped them. Nobody knew where he murdered them.
But one thing was always the same:
He plucked their eyeballs out.
Every time.
Then there was Czar.
A killer who hunted those close to Emris.
He made sure the bodies of his victims were so mutilated that not a single piece could be recognized. He desperately wanted to find Emris. But whenever he reached a crime scene, Emris had already gone. For five years, he had been chasing him.
His IQ over 150 was unimaginable, yet he still couldn't locate Emris.
He had killed Emris's mother , grandparents so brutally that only their toenails were found. The rest of their bodies were shredded using various instruments—knife, hammer, nail cutter, axe, water plump pliers, pipe blender pipe wrench—everything.
Czar tossed their heads against walls twenty times.
Then stabbed their eyes seventy-five times.
On the third round, he electrocuted them ten times.
Then forced ten spoonfuls of pepper into their mouths, along with flesh-eating insects which devoured nearly everything.
His intelligence never allowed a cop to catch him.
He was a mastermind beyond comparison.
He wanted Emris, and only after finding him would he surrender.
Until then, he would continue to kill those who were close to Emris…
or those responsible for Lia's death.
Czar ran as fast as he could toward the incident scene. By the time he arrived, people had gathered—police, detectives, everyone. They were inspecting for fingerprints or any trace of evidence that could lead them to the culprit. It was around 9 a.m.
Czar facepalmed himself.
"I slept too much last night."
He cracked his knuckles and let his hands rest behind his head, visibly frustrated.
He looked around and sat on a bench near a small coffee shop. His head leaned back against the wall, and his thoughts spiraled.
"I could have caught him last night…" he muttered, rubbing his eyes. He sighed deeply.
Time passed.
The clock hit 12 p.m., and he was still sitting on that same bench, wondering if things would've been different had he not fallen asleep.
The area had now been fully restricted with yellow and white tape. Another day, another headline. Another murder.
"You idiot, Emris… I'll find you and hunt you down," he whispered angrily as he stood up.
Then his eyes caught a girl.
Her eyes—grey.
His heart skipped a beat.
The exact same shade as Lia's.