Miho the Killer Chapter 1: I’m in love

I've been dreaming of sothing extraordinary.

My life was dull.

Fresh out of university. Working nine-to-six, supposedly, but in truth it was more like nine-to-nine.

Paperwork, mostly. A small company. Docunts piled up on my desk every morning. Another pile lands around 5:55 PM. Right on ti. Just to pile on the misery.

My senior goes around asking what we want to order for dinner. Chinese delivery.

Great. Another overti work.

Still, the pay isn't good. I struggle to make ends et each month.

I finish around nine. Almost every day. I go ho and crash to bed.

Shower in the morning.

Rinse and repeat.

Rinse and repeat.

Then it happened.

"Where the fuck is President Park?!"

A girl.

A crazy girl.

Wearing a black suit, pristine white shirt, stylish thin black tie, looking like she's coming straight from a funeral.

But rather, she was here to send soone to a funeral.

As a corpse.

"Ex...excuse , Miss. Do... do you need anything?"

My senior approaches her, shaking nervously at the sudden intrusion and outburst from a stranger.

The girl then flashes sothing out of the inside pocket of her jacket.

We all see it.

A knife. Sharp on the eyes. Sharp on the skin.

But she doesn't slash. She bonks my senior on the head with the bottom of a hilt.

"I need President Park. Right now."

Mr. Lee, my other senior, who's been at the company for three years. A hard working man. Rather likable.

He picks up his phone and starts to dial. One-one-two. Calling the police.

:CRACK:

The crazy woman just threw that knife and it cracked through his phone. The sharp end of the knife pierced through his hand. I see the knife sticking out from the back of his hand.

Blood.

Mr. Lee, screaming. Poor guy.

Blood.

"If anybody tries to call the cops again you are fucking dead!"

The girl yells. Glaring at every single one of us. Her eyes et mine.

Piercing.

My heart skips a bit.

"You! Co over here"

I'm mortified. But I get up from my cheap plastic office chair. I walk slowly. Step by step. My high heels are clacking on the tiled floor.

"Get your sweet fucking ass over here! RIGHT NOW!"

I run.

:Splat:

I'm not good at running. Especially with high heels. I face-planted.

But the situation is dire. Nobody in the office laughs.

Except for the crazy woman.

"Hahahahahahahaha! That was hilarious!"

I laugh a little too. Out of nervousness, embarrassed.

She walks over to . Clack, clack. In her perfectly polished leather shoes. The hem of her black trousers - perfectly cut - hangs above her bare dial malleolus.

She kneels next to .

"Are you alright, babe?"

Her voice is soft but husky. It grinds my ears, like ear-picking ASMR.

"I... I'm OK."

"Take to President Park."

She offers her hand. I take it. She pulls up. She's very strong.

"Everyone, stay put"

She gnarls.

We are all just office workers, no heroes. We don't want to put our lives on the line.

We all nod, yes, Ma'am. We'll lead you to our boss because it seems like you are the boss here now.

I walk down the hallway, a step ahead of the woman. I can feel her eyes. Her eyes fixed on my back. A drop of sweat runs down my spine. I hold back from scratching.

Itchy.

I feel like she's studying my back. I can feel it. She's touching every muscle in my back with her eyes.

Or maybe I'm just imagining.

I knock on the door of our boss' office.

:Knock, knock:

"What is it?"

He yells out from inside. Never a kind man. Bossy as hell. I guess that's why he is the boss.

"President Park... soone's here to see you."

"Who is it?"

The crazy woman runs past now, slamming the door open. I see her dash at my boss at incredible speed. Two knives drawn out, one on each hand. Before he could even scream she plants them just below his collarbones.

"I'm every single girl you've wronged in your life."

She spits on his face.

I feel cathartic.

She takes the knives out and plunges them into his chest. They go in smoothly. I'm not an expert on these things but she seems to be an expert. It looks like she shoved them in right between the ribs.

"I'm every single girl you've laid your dirty paws on."

Now the boss starts to scream.

Yeah, I knew it well. He has dirty paws. He was famous for it.

The girl takes the knives out again. Her arms are moving in perfect sync.

She stabs him from each side of his body again. Looks like she's gone for the kidneys this ti.

"And I'm the last girl you will ever see."

She takes the knives out again and swings her arms up to plunge them just below his jaws from each side. The boss starts to gargle. Yeah, he always gargled after lunch.

His breath always stank though.

It seems the boss isn't going to make it.

I don't particularly feel sorry.

I'm shocked and srized.

The girl just sits in the boss' lab and watches him die slowly. She's studying his face, examining, watching the last breath of his pathetic life escape from his body.

And it's over now.

She gets off the sack of at. Straightens her jacket. She's drenched in blood. She's a ss.

She casually walks toward the door we ca through. She's passing by.

And I notice sothing.

"Ex... excuse ..."

The woman stops. Looking puzzled. She tilts her head to the side, her hands in her pockets.

I noticed that her necktie's knot got a little ssed up. I take a step toward her and touch the knot. She doesn't flinch. She doesn't move.

I fix her knot. It's nice and neat now.

When I'm done, I take my hands off her.

She beams at with a smile.

"Thank you."

"You are welco."

She walks past . I turn. My gaze follows her every step. She lifts her hand to wave goodbye without looking back.

I think I'm in love.