It’s funny how no one wants to be in confinement, no one wants to be restricted, no one wants to be in prison and yet when they live in that prison for a long time, it becomes their home, even if they want to escape from that home, it never leaves them, not out of love but in the shape of monsters that constantly haunts the prisoners by showing memories of that prison. This prison fort is the perfect example of that place where in every corner hollow memories, groaning pain, blood, and death lurk. This prison fort is a huge building outside the city of Busan with its own rules and justice, where international criminals are waiting for their deaths every moment. Outside the prison fort, two guards are always on the watch.

‘today is the day man eh? Those who are waiting for their deaths can finally meet it’

‘death has never been so beautiful fellow’

'oh no no no, don’t say that, in this building there is no such thing as beauty. But if you think like a criminal you may find beauty in the smell of blood which has become one with the wind of this building, we breathe it all the time, you may find beauty in darkness and loneliness but fellow trust me and discard the idea of beauty that you have in your mind as long as you are here.'

'Why fellow? It is my first day here and I’ve heard a lot about the beauty of …….’

In the middle of his sentence, footsteps are heard, sounding as if the person who is coming wants to crush the ground beneath, and yet when the footsteps are close enough to be seen by the guards, they seem normal. Walking in the same cold manner as if killing or taking everything in its vicinity, the person walks into the building through the path between the two guards.

‘OH my, didn’t I tell you fellow? I’ve heard a lot about the beauty of ….. the lady that just passed by us’

'ssh! Keep it down you. You don’t understand what kind of beauty they were referring to’

'well I can imagine, I just saw her and I have never seen someone like her before, she is beautiful’

'Yes, beautiful enough to kill someone. Her beauty is important for this prison fort because her beauty is no less than that of criminals. Her beauty lies in the way she kills’

‘KILL? Mmm, fellow? What?’

‘Don’t you feel odd? What is A beautiful woman doing in the middle of the night outside the city and not just outside the city but in the most dangerous building where international criminals are kept? Some say she is like a ghost; some say she is a monster but I think she is even worse than that. Every month, she causes the death of one criminal and nobody knows how she does that, it is a silent kill yet its echoes can be heard. God knows who is going to be her next victim’

The woman enters the building walking straight in the same expressionless manner and her gaze fixed on the very last cell of the hallway. she stopped for a moment, wore gloves, and then entered the cell which was a tightly packed small room with a table in the center with two chairs on each side. On one chair, a man in a black robe was sitting. He was a handsome man of fair countenance and dark hair. The room was filled with silence. The woman quietly came in and sat on the chair facing the man. They look at each other for a brief moment and then, the man said with a piercing smirk,

‘I was waiting for you’

'I would’ve been disappointed if you weren’t’, said the woman coldly.

‘considering your reputation and my own profession, I couldn’t think of anything else, I had to meet you after all I am …..’ said he.

The man was going to say something with a smirk as it was still visible on his face but his expressions changed after seeing the bracelet on her hand.

'a serial killer, right? That’s what you were going to say, Jereb’. She said putting her hands on table.

After a brief moment of silence, she continued, ‘Well they showed me footage of yours, in which you were boasting about how you kill, how passionate you are about flesh and blood, how insanely you torture women of young age and rip their lives out of them. They call you a psychopath killing machine. Well considering that footage I thought you were a chatty man but here you are sitting quietly. Are you afraid to die? Or you are planning on how to kill me because of that killing urge you have'

He was listening and now was getting impatient but he didn’t know what to say, that bracelet had somewhat made him numb. Finally, he said,

‘well get to the point lady, why are you here for?’

‘I thought you knew’, she said boldly.

'rumors even circulate in this prison fort, and I’ve heard that whomever you visit, dies within a month. So are you here to kill me? He asks with a straight face.

‘that’s my only job in this prison fort’. She said it in the same manner.

His eyes widened at this remark. He wanted to laugh at this but all his attention was on that bracelet. He looked down and said,

‘that bracelet you are wearing …. It belonged to someone …. Only person I ever cared for, my sister in the orphanage. It even has our initials on it. Could It be? You? Cynthia?

Everything was silenced. He didn’t even realize it but with lightning speed, he felt her presence close to him. His eyes widened as if they were going to pop out and he felt excruciating pain in his body. He collapsed on the ground from the chair groaning and screaming in pain. As he looked up he noticed that the woman was standing with an injection in her hand.

'it’s poison.’ She said it with a calm posture.

The pain was increasing by every second. He couldn’t utter a single word, every time he tried to speak, only groans and moans were coming out.

‘Don’t push yourself. For the sake of your curiosity and as a dying present for you, I’ll tell you. I am not what you think I am. Cynthia your sister? Hunh that poor creature died long ago’. Said she.

His pain was doubled after knowing the truth about his sister.

'Everyone in this prison fort wants to know how I kill, isn’t it obvious now? This is how I kill. I just don’t kill people physically, I torture every cell in their body, until their nerves break down and blood starts spilling over. I choose my victims very carefully, studying every single aspect of their lives, leaving nothing out. I become a part of their life they desire the most and poor souls, they trust me, bowing down emotionally.’

Now he couldn’t move his body, his body was going numb yet the pain was overbearing. He was dying of poison but in his heart and mind, he was cursing himself for being fooled by that monstrous woman and taking bait of that bracelet.

she was going out of the cell, but she turned and came close to him and said, ‘Well ….. I assume they don’t call me Bloody Mary for nothing. My job here is done Jereb’

she got out of the cell, and walked past the guards while removing her gloves’.

‘Did you see that?’

‘see what?

‘For that first time ever, she was smirking.’