"𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞."

After he was coming back from the kitchen something caught his eye. A set of knives. He found it interesting and decided to have a look.

There were different types of kitchen knives. Chef Knife, Santoku Knife, Nakiri Knife, Utility Knife, Paring Knife, Bread Knife, Cleaver Knife, Filleting, Boning Knife, and more.

He was fascinated to see all these different kinds of knives. It took his interest.

"Does she also enjoy collecting knives?" A smile forms on his lips. "We really have a lot in common."

He takes out a knife and walks out of the kitchen, straight to the room where Y/n is. Though the knife was in his hand Y/n couldn't see it as he was hiding it behind his back.

"I'm fascinated by your knife collection. Didn't know you also have a hobby of collecting knives," he smiles ear to ear.

He looked genuinely happy for having something in common as he mostly didn't share anything in common with his victims. But Y/n couldn't reciprocate his expression as to the sudden nervousness slowly creeping in inside her.

No! This can't be! Is it already on my end?! Why did I keep those knives full on display?! Why do I own a bunch of them even?!

"I like this one in particular," he says, finally revealing the knife to her.

Seeing the knife Y/n couldn't help but gulp in terror.

Jungkook with pure fascination looks at the shiny knife as he gently runs his pointer finger through the blade out of the urge to touch it. He was surprised to see how sharp this knife was as the moment his finger touched its blade his finger started to bleed.

"This is incredible!" He says showing enthusiasm. "Where did you get it from?" He asks looking at her, looking for answers with curiosity sparkling.

But to his confusion, instead of replying to his question, she starts to cry uncannily. He walks a bit closer to her as she slides back a bit. He then gets on his knee and forcefully holds her chin closer to his face.

"Listen, princess. You better just reply to me instead of crying. You're just dragging your death closer to you by crying like this.

I'd like you to imprint this in your mind, I hate tears and the sound of wailing. So be a good girl and don't cry. Understood?"

Y/n nods frantically as he smiles at her.

"I-I brought them from the supermarket. They were selling these at a cheaper price," she says.

"Oh, I see. A sale you mean? Do you know what I despise the most about sales? They sell you their products without reducing the price. It's the same price. It's just they include the 50% off by the price.

The buyer, on the other hand, believes that they are buying the product at half of the price when they're actually paying for the whole price.

It seems even an intelligent woman like you couldn't escape from their dirty tricks."

What's dirtier? You or those liars? Even those people would look like saints in front of your deeds.

"They should get punished for fooling my baby."

Baby?

"But first it should be you," he says and smiles.

Y/n's eyes widen in shock knowing what's coming next. He walks to the kitchen and comes back with several knives in his hands. She felt stupid for even buying them.

"Don't you think that you should be punished for crying when I've restricted you from doing so?

So which one would you like me to use? This or this? All of these are great. But as you've been obedient I'll let you choose. But then again, if you don't choose you'll get punished even more," he says in a tone of warning.

"This thin knife you see, it cut through flesh so gently that you wouldn't even feel the pain for the first 30 seconds until you realize.

And this knife is my personal favourite. As it's larger in size it can cut any organ in one go. But it seems it increases the pain."

One by one he describes each of the knife's qualities as Y/n listens to all of them while forcefully holding back her tears.

"So which one would you like me to use?" He again asks after completing.

Though all of them sound painful she decides to choose the one that'll be a bit less painful.

"T-That one..." She says.

"I see that you've chosen the less painful one. Then I'd like to also mention that as this is painless I'll take time torturing you," he says as he smiles.

Hearing him she gets even more frightened. She chose that one just so she could die feeling less pain. But it seems even luck isn't by her side. Tears were flowing down her eyes nonstop.

On the other hand, the police seemed to be on their way to her house. Y/n was clever enough to secretly call the police before he could even notice.

When he was busy cooking in the kitchen she took the chance to call them and explain the problem to them in an as brief way as possible.

He goes back to the kitchen to leave the extra knives that won't be of any use to him. He then comes back with the one she chose which causes her to cry despite the restrictions. Because one way or another, she's going to lose her life anyway.

He walks closer to her and smiles.

"The song that I'm about to sing for you is written by me. You're lucky enough to get to be the first listener of my song," he says as he proceeds to smile.

As he started to sing Y/n was sobbing nonstop.

I will walk towards you, step by step
Still with you

He sings ever so gently that if he focused more on singing then he could've pursued his career as a singer rather than becoming a serial killer.

We laugh together, we cry together
These simple feelings were everything I had

I will look into your eyes
And say, "I missed you"

If the situation was normal then she would've found it very romantic but right now the song is scaring her even more.

After all, it seems like a nightmare when to imagine having death approaching you while singing a sweet melody. That is creepy and chilling in its own way.

Every day, every moment
If I knew this was gonna happen
I would have remembered more of them

She somehow can relate to the lyrics but not in a very good way.

He slowly approaches her and leans closer as he keeps singing in his sweet voice that was echoing through the room.

On the other side, the police seem to get closer to their destination. They just wish to enter the scene before it gets worse than it should be.

They were in a rush, and no one could stop them even if they dared. This is a moment of life and death. This can't be taken lightly. Even more so when the wanted serial killer is right before their eyes.

When they reach the house they break the door open and burst in. As if their life depended on it. But there seemed to be no one inside the apartment complex. They searched everywhere but not even a single trace of them was found.

They searched for her body as they assumed he must have left after he was done with her. But to their surprise, her body was nowhere to be seen. As if they vanished in thin air.

The only trace of her was the bloody towel that she was wearing. They searched everywhere. Even around the neighbourhood. But unfortunately, they couldn't find out anything about her or the killer.

She was gone and nobody knew where she went.

It was surprising cause he had never done a serial killing where the body of the victim went missing.

But that can be only possible if she was actually murdered.

Maybe she wasn't?

No one knows the answer to that question.

This made her the only victim of him in history to go missing with no trace found. Perhaps her case will forever be a mystery.

Or is there a secret lurking behind the shadows?