In my world where there was no place for light, I met the angel herself. Or am I wrong?

I arrived at the mansion outside Seoul to investigate the murder of a billionaire. A locked door, nine people in the house, not a single witness. Everything looked too clean. Too perfect. Which meant the lie had been carefully built.

I was hired by the widow. Cold, calculating. She wanted answers — not the truth. But I wasn’t here for justice. I was here for the truth. Even if it was ugly.

From the start, she didn’t fit the picture — the nanny. Soft, young, alive. Not from this world. Too bright for what had happened here. I don’t trust people like her. But I couldn’t look away. I saw the way she held the child. Heard her laugh. And something inside me cracked.

I began watching her. Too often. Too long. With her, I controlled nothing.

Maybe she’s the killer. Maybe she’s innocent. It doesn’t matter.

Even if she’s guilty... I already know I won’t be able to betray her.

I came here to find a murderer.

Instead, I found my weakness. My ruin.

She’s no angel.

She may be a witch.

My witch.

And maybe she’ll destroy me.

But I’ll still stay.

With her.

Or in hell.