In the dimly lit alleyways of the city, whispers of a serial killer known only as "Nami" sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. Her presence was a death sentence; anyone who crossed her path was as good as gone. The police had no leads, no clues—only the chilling reality that she never left a single witness behind. Nami moved like a shadow, her blade swift and merciless, her eyes void of remorse. To see her was to face your end, for she made sure no one lived to tell the tale.