Ghost Light Seoul
Monsters wear beautiful faces.
I reminded myself of that as I tracked him through the alley — another smooth-skinned predator with charm sharpened into a weapon. Rain clung to the rooftops above like it feared falling. My blade,Wolhwa, rested warm against my spine, its pull steady and comforting.
Three nights of shadowing him. Three nights of watching him feed on desperation in dim corners of the city. It always started the same: a smile, a whisper, a touch — and then blood.
Tonight, it would end.
I crouched behind a rusted ventilation unit, heartbeat silent, eyes locked on the demon and the woman pressed against his chest. Her lips trembled with the promise of a kiss she wouldn’t survive.
He was gorgeous, of course. They always were.
High cheekbones, midnight hair, a lazy smirk that probably melted dozens before her. His fingers slid down her spine like he had all the time in the world.
Disgust burned in my gut.
He leaned in. I moved.
“Let her go.”
My voice cut through the air like a blade.
His head turned, gaze catching mine. His eyes weren’t red — yet. They were the kind that made you forget to run. I didn’t flinch. That look didn’t work on me anymore.
He didn’t let her go. He held her tighter.
Stupid.
I unsheathedWolhwain one fluid motion, the steel hissing with power as it met air. A second later, his arm hit the pavement in a clean, bloodless slice.
The girl screamed. I didn’t look back. He roared and lunged. I welcomed it.
He was fast, but I’d fought faster. He clawed at me — I ducked, slashed, pivoted. Every strike he made, I answered harder. When he faltered, I drove the blade through his chest with both hands, twisting until the runes glowed silver.
“By flame and blood, I cast you into the void,” I whispered.
He writhed, screamed… then burst into smoke and ash, just like the rest.
Another one erased.
Another empty victory.
I stood in the rain, panting softly, the sting of sweat mixing with cold drops sliding down my neck. My arms trembled — not from fear. Just the weight of silence. The girl was gone. The night was quiet again.
I was alone. Again.
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I handed in the kill report. No mention of the hesitation. No mention of the way he looked at me before he died — like he saw something familiar.
The senior agent gave me a sealed scroll.
A new assignment. A name.
Rheon.
No photo. Just a word scrawled beneath it in red ink:
