She Couldn't Care less about her father's Death___Her Enjoyment had drowned out any lingering emotion. The Warmth of Blood rolling down her skin sent a Thrill Through her, a sensation unlike anything she'd ever experienced but then, a new thought intruded. "THIS IS MY FIRST WORK OF ART."
Hye jin leaned Against a Wall The cold, blood splattered wall, and then slowly TAPPING HER HEAD and Thinking.A rush of ideas Moving in Her Head. A sensation unlike anything she'd ever Experienced. ."WHAT SHOULD WE CALL IT.? Should She Brand Her Kills So Everyone Would Know They Were Hers? She needed a way to leave her Mark___Something that would make her Murders More Than Just Random violence.
It Needed Something More, Something that spoke to the world in a language they'd never heard before..she grinned as blood continued TRICKLE Down Her Fingers, Sliding along her skin like Paint. She LICKED the taste of Iron From her lips and closed her eyes, Feeling the Pressure in her skull increase as she beat her Head against the Wall once more.
WHAT SHOULD I NAME IT?
Then it hit her. Not just a name, but a plan. Her victims wouldn't be random; they'd be chosen. Each would represent something—a theme, a lesson, a twisted mirror reflecting their own sins. She would take the pieces of their lives and rearrange them into something beautiful, horrifying, and unmistakably hers.
She would start by targeting people who fit into a particular mold: men and women who led double lives. People who pretended to be something they weren't, like her father. On the outside, he was a respected man, but deep down, he was something MONSTROUS, hidden under layers of charm. Her victims would all be hypocrites, liars, manipulators—those who wore masks in society. And she, Hye Jin, would peel those masks off and show the world what was underneath.
Her signature style? The crime scenes themselves would be her CANVAS. She would create a "STAGE" for each victim, placing them in environments that symbolized their deepest flaws. Their deaths would be elaborate, precise—an extension of their darkest selves. Like her father, she'd make their surroundings sterile, like a surgical theater, cold and clinical. Every cut would be deliberate, every pose carefully crafted, like they were specimens on display.
"THE ARTIST'S AWAKENING", she decided. That would be the name of her first series. Ji Won's death, her father's twisted legacy, would be the first exhibit, and this nameless man she had just slaughtered would be the second. A father and a stranger, both part of her first creation..
As she stood there, blood dripping from her fingertips and smearing against the wall as she pushed herself upright, Hye Jin smirked. Her father was dead, but now... so was the timid girl she used to be. What was born here, in this dark, cold place, was something far more terrifying—a killer who didn't just take lives but turned them into art.
"Now," she whispered, brushing her hair back and staring at her first work, "LET'S MAKE THEM REMEMBER MY NAME."