It's a winter day and night where the streets are illuminated by street lights and signs

jungkook every time he kills his prey he always lights a cigarette and inhales it for a long time then smokes again. Out in the cold night, his shirt was always stained with a dark red blood stain of his prey.

He sat on the street and enjoyed the cold winter night with a burning cigarette. He made sure his prey was dead before leaving behind the dead body and the cigarette crumbs.

CHINNU POV:

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight streaming through my window.

After completing my morning routine, I headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As I flipped on the TV, the news anchor's voice filled the room.

"There has been a murder at XXX Alley," the anchor reported. "The victim was killed by the notorious psycho killer, who left behind his signature cigarette at the scene."

A chill ran down my spine as I listened to the details. My hands trembled slightly, and I felt a knot forming in my stomach. The thought of such a brutal act happening so close to home was terrifying. I couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and unease. What if the killer struck again? What if someone I knew was next?

I tried to shake off the feeling, but the image of the crime scene lingered in my mind. The news had cast a shadow over my morning, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability. Despite the warmth of the sunlight and the comforting routine of breakfast, the world outside suddenly seemed a lot more dangerous.

I went to my clinic and began checking my patients. I love my profession as an eye specialist. After my shift ended, I was heading home when my phone rang. It was my friend.

"Hey buddy, did you hear about the murder near your house?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

"Yes, I heard it on the news," I replied.

"Do you want me to come over tonight? I'm worried about your safety," he said, his concern evident.

"No, it's okay. I can manage. You don't need to worry," I assured him, unaware that tonight would turn into the worst nightmare of my life.

As I hung up the phone, a sense of unease settled over me. The news of the murder had already made me anxious, and my friend's concern only heightened my apprehension. Little did I know, the events of the night would soon spiral into a terrifying ordeal, one that would test my strength and resilience in ways I never imagined.

I was about to enter my home when I heard someone scream. Instantly alert, I went to check what had happened. That's when I saw a masked figure. Fear gripped me, and I ran into my house, slamming the door behind me. My heart pounded as I cautiously opened the window to peek outside. To my horror, the masked man was staring directly at me. No, he was staring at me. I quickly shut the window and tried to calm myself, convincing myself he was just a random person.

I went to bed, trying to push the terrifying thoughts away, unaware that this night would mark the start of a nightmare I could never have imagined.

Meanwhile, the psycho behind the mask felt a surge of excitement. His eyes locked hers, and he felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. He had found his next target. The thrill of the hunt coursed through his veins as he imagined the fear and helplessness he would inflict. For him, this was more than just a random encounter—it was the beginning of his next sinister game.