Seonghwa was picking his nails. Little flecks of blood had collected under them and he hated how it looked on his perfectly manicured hands. He was sitting in an interrogation room looking at the two way mirror with very little interest. In the end it didn't really matter how long they wanted to detain him for the suspicious amount of blood on his white dress shirt. To his great fortune and their annoyance they wouldn't be able to produce a body anyway. And that was actually his prime reason for wanting to leave this room. As much as the police had trouble believing there was no victim to be found when they had arrested Seonghwa, he was possibly even more baffled when the previously dead man had just shook the dirt off his clothes and walked away. Of course this was before the police arrived and Seonghwa had to tell them why he was covered in blood with no open wounds and no attacker. He knew it wouldn't matter what lie he'd come up with however. His father could easily make bail and the lawyers would take care of this whole situation. For that reason alone he stubbornly looked at the detective sitting opposite him as he flicked the dirt from under his nails on the floor. The detective looked disgusted for a minute before going back to his interrogation. Seonghwa hadn't said a word however. He didn't have to, so he wouldn't. A look at the familiar red spots on his black polished shoes reminded him of his first victim. He chuckled to himself as he remembered the man that had tried to rob him and so miserably failed.

It had been a couple of months ago and Seonghwa had stumbled out of a bar being more than a little drunk. The chilly mid April night air helped him regain a grip on reality and he decided to walk home. It was about a mile away from the bar, but he couldn't drive his car back in this condition anyway. The walk would sober him up he told himself as he set out through a back alley to the main street. The alley was poorly lit and he shook the dark wavy hair out of his face so he could look up to see the full moon. He stopped with a shock however when he felt cold metal touch his throat. His eyes grew large with panic as he tried not to swallow and his whole body grew rigid. A disheveled man entered his vision as the man grabbed his waist with his free arm. I suggest you stay quiet or this knife might slip, he said while applying a little more pressure. Seonghwa felt the painful sting of the knife on his throat now and he knew tears were threatening to leave his eyes as the man started rummaging around his pockets. He found Seonghwa's wallet with ease and lowered the knife a little as he opened the wallet with one hand. As his attackers attention was fixed on the wallet, the young man decided to make a run for it. His intoxicated brain told him the best way to go was to push the man aside and run to the main street, where there were plenty of people. In a split second Seonghwa pushed his attackers arm forward and tried to run past him. The man however used the hand that still held his wallet to hit him in the face hard enough for Seonghwa to fall backwards on the cold street. When he sat back up Seonghwa felt hot tears run down his cheeks as the attacker put his wallet in one of his torn coat pockets. The man grabbed a fistful of Seonghwa's hair as he pointed the knife back in his face. You know I was gonna be nice and let you go, yelled the man as his grip got tighter, but I think I should teach you a lesson! He angled the knife down and left a shallow cut on Seonghwa's arm. Seonghwa screamed and tried to get out of his grip begging the man to let him go. But the man just smiled. It was the most terrifying smile the young man had ever seen. There was no happiness whatsoever behind it, only the distinct desire to hurt his victim in any way possible. As the man pulled his knife back Seonghwa finally managed to pull back his head. The man looked shocked as he suddenly fell forward with his hand still firmly gripping Seonghwa's hair. For a second neither one of them moved. But when Seonghwa looked down at the man who had falled in his lap he noticed a distinct trail of blood seeping through his jeans. He pulled out from under the man and as the man screamed and crawled on his knees he saw the knife sticking out of his attackers chest. Seonghwa looked around but saw no one coming to his aid, so he quickly decided to take back his wallet and run away. As he took the wallet back from his attacker the man grabbed his arm. With a pleading look in his arm he cried for Seonghwa to help him. The young man looked at him with disgust and put his foot on the knife, pushing it further into the man's chest. There it finally seemed to hit a vital organ as the man started to cough up blood through his cries. It took only a few seconds for the man's arm to fall slack to his side as his liveless body hit the cold pavement. Seonghwa quickly took back his wallet and ran all the way back to his house. He managed to avoid anyone stopping him and once he reached his house he hastily got rid of the bloody clothes. He spend an hour in the shower before he felt all clean of the blood and when his head hit the pillow his skin felt raw from scrubbing. He couldn't get the man's crying face out of his head, untill he remembered the terrifying smile and his guilt settled as he told himself the man had deserved it. One less criminal to hurt innocent people. With that thought Seonghwa fell asleep.

The next day he woke up with a hangover, but he quickly checked the news as he remembered the last night. A body had been found in the middle of the city but with the placement of the knife on his body the police had no reason to suspect anything but suicide. This calmed Seonghwa down immensely as he finally decided to give the wounds on his arm and throat attention. The wound on his throat wasn't bad and once it was cleaned he simply put a bandaid on it. His arm looked worse but as he cleaned it, he realized that was mainly because of all of the blood covering the area. He quickly patched up the wound with some stitch bandaids and put a bandage over his upper arm. He would just have to wear loose turtlenecks, and if his family asked about his throat he could tell them it was a shaving accident. And that's exactly what he did. When he went back to college on Monday he felt everything was back to normal as he made plans for the week with his friends Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Mingi. He did sometimes get flashes of that smiling face in his head whenever he started daydreaming. It had him looking around a little more than before, paranoid that the man was hiding just behind the next door.

Seonghwa looked up feeling startled when the detective slammed his fist on the table. He had clearly been asking something again and realized he was getting nowhere. Seonghwa quickly composed himself again and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then let out a bored yawn. This absolutely infuriated the detective as he shot up and yelled at the young man. He told Seonghwa they would find the body one way or another as he pointed a finger in the the other man's face. Seonghwa dropped his head in his arms when the door to the interrogation room suddenly opened. Two people walked in, and the young man knew he was safe now. The first was his family's lawyer. The second was his own mother, who looked at his clothes with both disgust and worry. He quickly pinched his arm and manged to produce some realistic tears as the lawyer told him to let her handle this. He nodded while looking at the woman with tear filled eyes. Then he turned to his mother and asked her to please get him out of here because he was so scared. His mother's face turned red and she ran to him to wrap him up in a hug trying to comfort him. As he peeked under her arm he saw the detective go equally red when he realized the young man had played him. He couldn't do much though as Seonghwa's lawyer told him about the family's standing in the city. She had already arranged with the man's superior that this case would be handled very delicately. This meant Seonghwa was allowed to go home, and the detective was not to disturb him unless the police would actually find any evidence or a body in the first place. For all she was concerned, Seonghwa might have been the victim in this situation. With that announcement the young man was allowed to go home. In the car on their way home, he told the lawyer a nice story about how he'd been bullied by this man called Kim Hongjoong. It didn't matter much that Hongjoong was originally his victim if he couldn't die anyway. He showed the lawyer the scar on his arm from a few months ago and the bruises he received last night. Seonghwa told her he didn't want to press charges however. This angered his mother who at this point, wanted to see this Hongjoong person dead in a ditch. Seonghwa thought to himself that that made two of them, however he said it was his own fault for not setting boundaries sooner. He wanted to handle this privately, and if it didn't work out his friends would definitely protect him. His mother calmed down as he said this. She knew Seonghwa's friends would protect him if he told them he was being bullied. She told him to invite them over this afternoon, so they could discuss it. When the car reached his house he promised his mother he would tell them about his predicament. This did mess up his plans a little as he knew she'd check with his friends to make sure he actually told them. Killing people is no fun like this, he thought to himself.

Seonghwa quickly walked into his house and discarded his clothes as he stepped into the shower. He wondered to himself if he was allowed to wash the clothes or if they were supposed to be evidence. In the end he found he didn't care though as he picked up the clothes and put them in his washer. He put on some clean sweatpants and dropped onto his bed. He hadn't slept since the night before yesterday as he'd been at the police station all night and most of the morning and he was exhausted. As he fell asleep he thought he heard something in the corner of his room, but was too tired to care. He drifted into a sleep filled with nightmares and distant memories.