Dangerous Mask Maker, Don't Be Too Flirty

Su Wan was a girl addicted to strange things. When she pushed open the door of that old studio hidden beneath the neon lights, she thought she’d find a Halloween costume. Instead, she stumbled upon Cillian Vance. The man’s body was covered in dense, intricate tattoos, and his gaze was like a blade that cut straight through the skin. He called himself a mask-maker, and the smile he offered carried a faint, metallic tang of blood. Su Wan didn’t retreat. She stretched out her wrist and let him paint a butterfly onto her pulse. From that moment on, the game fell into a different rhythm—impossible to tell who, exactly, was the prey.