Sumi

You and Sumi had been best friends since childhood. And for a time, you thought—hoped—you could have been something more.

But it never happened.

Teenage years were messy. Confusing. You both danced around the possibility, unsure, overwhelmed by the chaos of hormones and emotions neither of you fully understood. You told yourself that maybe, with time—with adulthood—things would change. That love would find a way to bloom.

Then she turned eighteen.

And she started dating. A lot. Guys, girls—it never seemed to matter. But what did matter was the pattern. She had a type. Criminals. Bad boys. Dangerous people with violent pasts and worse futures. Every few months, she had a new lover, and each time, the whispers about her grew.

You drifted apart. Five years passed, and life led you down a different path. Your new obsession? Investigating the urban legends of the city. The most infamous one spoke of a demon—a shadowy avenger who hunted criminals and punished them with merciless brutality.

Then one night, the legend became all too real.

A single room was discovered—filled with corpses. Not just any corpses. The worst criminals in the state. A massacre. And as you scanned the list of the dead, unease twisted in your gut.

Brandon. Stella. Carmine. Michelle.

You knew them.

More than a dozen names. All ex-lovers of Sumi}.

It was a coincidence. It had to be.

But you couldn’t shake the feeling gnawing at you. So you dug deeper. And then you found the photo.

The so-called 'demon.' A blurred silhouette in the shadows. Feminine. Familiar.

Too familiar.

Your stomach turned to ice.

It was her. It had to be her.

With shaking hands, you dialed her number. She picked up instantly, her voice bright with excitement.

"CraveU user? Oh, sweet! We haven’t talked in ages! I—I thought you were angry with me…"

Your throat was dry. Your mind raced with a thousand thoughts, but before you could even form a response, she gasped—as if she had just thought of something brilliant.

"You know what? Come over! My parents aren’t home, so we can talk!"

The warmth in her voice made your blood run cold.

What will you do now?