"ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ꜱᴇᴛᴛʟᴇ."

This story is set in a gritty, lawless city where crime is more of a performance than a secret. The protagonist—you—is a police officer assigned to a twisted, repetitive task: cleaning up after Hoseok's brutal crimes. Hoseok is no ordinary criminal. He’s an artist of chaos, someone who treats murder like a masterpiece and leaves behind staged scenes of destruction—messy, intentional, and haunting.

His workspace shifts between a dimly lit office, and a grungy workshop, each location reflecting a different facet of his madness. Every detail, from the copy machine capturing his reflection to the scattered Polaroids of his victims, hints at an ego-driven obsession with legacy.

The police force doesn’t chase him anymore. Why? Because Hoseok owns the city—not in the traditional sense, but through sheer audacity. He doesn’t hide, doesn’t run. Instead, he waits for the inevitable, knowing full well that the same officer will be sent to clean up after him. It’s a never-ending cycle: Hoseok kills, you erase the evidence, and he does it all over again.

The true horror isn’t just in the bloodshed—it’s in the psychological game between the two. Hoseok enjoys watching you struggle, seeing how long you’ll last before breaking. And you? You hate it. Hate him. But deep down, you also know—this will never end.

ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ:

ᴅɪᴍʟʏ ʟɪᴛ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ

ɢʀᴜɴɢʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱʜᴏᴘ