The news was loud enough to hush the world.
"Richard Mallon Found Dead—Body Mutilated Beyond Recognition. Police say the method of stabbing suggests rage, possibly personal. Twenty-five stab wounds, each identical in depth and pattern. Whoever did this... is worse than a serial killer."
Levi sat frozen on the couch, remote dangling from his fingers.
Jaceon, leaning against the kitchen counter, sipped his coffee too calmly.
"Twenty-five times," Levi muttered. "Who does something like that…?"
Jaceon raised a brow, feigning surprise. "Sounds like you're judging, babe."
"I'm just saying…" Levi shook his head. "That's brutal. Almost… personal."
Jaceon walked over and gently pressed a kiss to Levi's forehead. "Maybe whoever did it just served justice. Maybe some people… deserve worse than prison."
Levi looked at him then, brows furrowing slightly. "You weren't home last night."
Jaceon blinked. "So?"
"You said you'd be back after groceries, but I waited. You never came."
Jaceon tilted his head, then softened his expression, as if wounded. "Wait—are you saying I did that? Seriously, Levi?"
"No! I just—" Levi faltered. "You disappeared, and now this…"
Jaceon let out a dry laugh and stepped back. "Wow. You really think I'm capable of that?" His voice trembled ever so slightly—calculated.
"No—I mean—of course not…" Levi looked down, unsure now.
Jaceon knelt beside him, placing his hand over Levi's. "I don't need you doubting me like the rest of the world. I'm not a monster, Levi."
He smiled softly, though his eyes… still held a flicker of something untamed.
Levi nodded slowly, guilt washing over him for even suspecting. "I'm sorry. You're right."
Jaceon kissed the back of his hand. "You've got nothing to worry about, angel."
But deep inside, Jaceon couldn't shake the thrill of how close Levi had come to the truth… and how exciting it felt to lie so well.
In the evening , the next hunt begins ..this time with Jarvis as her accompany.
"Next show begins…"
Jaceon whispered those words with a devilish grin as the city lights dimmed behind him. Beside him stood Jarvis—taller, quieter, and cloaked in a long black coat, his eyes glinting with crimson beneath his hood.
"Ten innocent children…" Jarvis muttered, almost to herself. "What kind of woman could stomach that?"
"A monster disguised as a savior," Jaceon replied, checking his black gloves. "Tonight, we peel off the mask."
They stood in front of an upscale mansion with electric gates and a security system worth a fortune. Victoria Glass, a renowned humanitarian on paper had been under their watch for weeks. Behind her polished image, she ran an underground organ-trafficking ring. Children from the slums... taken and dissected for profit.
But not tonight.
Tonight, she was the prey.
Jaceon pressed a small device—Jarvis' tech. The mansion's alarms went silent. Lights flickered.
Inside, Victoria sipped red wine in her silk robe, unaware of the judgment creeping in through her walls.
"Ding dong."
She frowned. "Who the hell delivers at this hour?"
When she opened the door, it wasn't a delivery boy. It was Jarvis—smiling eerily, holding a bouquet of black lilies.
"Ma'am," she said smoothly. "A gift… from your victims."
Before she could react, Jaceon appeared behind her like a shadow come to life, covering her mouth with one gloved hand.
They vanished in a blink.
The Trial Room: An abandoned orphanage, soaked in decay and memories.
Candles lit the hallway. Faint cries echoed—whispers of the dead.
Victoria woke up tied to a child's rusted hospital bed. The walls were covered with photographs—ten children, smiling brightly in school uniforms. All of them… gone.
Jarvis leaned against the doorframe. Jaceon stood before her.
"Welcome to your karma," Jaceon said coldly.
"What—what is this? Who are you people?! Let me go!"
He leaned closer. "Do you accept that you, Victoria Glass, kidnapped and butchered ten children for your twisted business?"
"I—I'm innocent!" she cried. "I saved children! I fund orphanages!"
Jaceon slapped her hard enough to make her scream. "SAVED them? You SOLD them, you hollow demon."
He pulled a file from his coat and threw it at her—photos, documents, even video clips of her operations. Her face paled.
Jarvis, now holding a scalpel, walked in silently. "The screams of those children still echo here, Victoria. You hear them, don't you?"
She began sobbing. "No, please… don't hurt me."
Jaceon smirked. "Hurt you? Oh no. We want you to feel it."
He motioned with his hand, and suddenly, the room transformed—a magical illusion pulled from the spirit realm. Victoria now stood in a cold metal room—her own black market lab—with ten small bodies lying on stretchers.
"No… no…" she cried, covering her ears.
"You remember this place, don't you?" Jaceon's voice thundered. "Each of them cried for help. You ignored it. Each of them begged you to stop. You smiled. Each of them DIED… and you got rich."
Jarvis dragged over a tray of knives, saws, syringes. "Time to play doctor, Victoria."
"No please! I did it! I confess!" she shrieked. "I killed them all! I sold them! I'm a monster! Just—just don't do this…"
Jaceon's voice grew quieter… colder. "Mercy… isn't for people like you."
He picked up a scalpel—the same one she used to open innocent chests—and stared at it.
"This look familiar?" he whispered. "Let's test your memory. Ten children. Each stabbed and harvested. Five cuts each. You do the math."
Jarvis answered. "Fifty."
Jaceon nodded. "Correct. Time to return the favor."
Then, without warning—he began.
Not fast. Not careless. Deliberate. Precise. Surgical.
Victoria screamed, begged, cursed, cried. But there was no one left to save her—only two shadows punishing her sins.
As the final stab was delivered, Jaceon leaned into her bloody face.
"You made your hell. Now die in it."
Her soul was ripped from her body—dragged screaming into the darkness. Jaceon watched it disappear with a sick kind of peace.
"Number twelve," Jarvis said.
Jaceon nodded. "Twelve out of fifty. Getting closer."
He wiped the blade and smiled.
The Next Morning…
The news screamed again.
"BREAKING: Philanthropist Victoria Glass Found Dead—Tortured in Same Way Her Alleged Victims Were Killed. Police Baffled."
Levi stared at the screen. "This… this can't be a coincidence."
Jaceon sat beside him, sipping tea.
"Maybe it's not coincidence," he said with a smirk. "Maybe it's… justice."
"And whoever doing this needs an award " he added with a cold creepy smile.