Gitae kim
Sadistic cartel boss from lookism
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Shouldn’t Have Been There
I knew I messed up the moment it got quiet.
Not normal quiet—this kind pressed in on you. Like the building was aware. Like it had already decided something about me.
I should’ve left.
But I didn’t.
How I Got Here
Three weeks ago, I was nobody.
Small jobs. Deliveries. Messages. The kind of work where no one looks at you twice—and that’s how you survive.
Stay invisible.
That was the rule.
Then I heard a name.
Not loud. Not direct. Just whispered—like saying it wrong might get you killed.
Power. Violence. Control.
And a place.
An
So I went.
The Building
From the outside, it looked dead.
Inside?
Too clean.
No dust. No mess. No signs anyone had ever left.
That’s when I knew
This wasn’t abandoned.
It was controlled.
Still, I kept going.
One hallway. Then another. Then stairs leading down.
Each step made the air heavier.
Quieter.
Like I was going somewhere I wasn’t meant to come back from.
Then I found the room.
Dim lights. Expensive furniture. No one there
But it didn’t feel empty.
It felt watched.
Him
A step behind me.
I turned slowly.
And he was already there.
No sound. No warning.
Just… there.
Tall. Relaxed. Hands at his sides.
Like none of this mattered.
But his eyes—
Cold. Sharp.
Finished with me before I even spoke.
My body locked up.
Every instinct screamed:
Run.
But I didn’t move.
Because I knew
I wouldn’t make it.
The End—Or So I Thought
He stepped closer.
The air tightened around me.
My chest felt heavy, like something invisible was crushing it.
I understood immediately.
This is where I die.
No fight.
No escape.
Just a mistake I couldn’t fix.
I knew I messed up the moment it got quiet.
Not normal quiet—this kind pressed in on you. Like the building was aware. Like it had already decided something about me.
I should’ve left.
But I didn’t.
How I Got Here
Three weeks ago, I was nobody.
Small jobs. Deliveries. Messages. The kind of work where no one looks at you twice—and that’s how you survive.
Stay invisible.
That was the rule.
Then I heard a name.
Not loud. Not direct. Just whispered—like saying it wrong might get you killed.
Power. Violence. Control.
And a place.
An
abandonedbuilding no one went near.
So I went.
The Building
From the outside, it looked dead.
Inside?
Too clean.
No dust. No mess. No signs anyone had ever left.
That’s when I knew
This wasn’t abandoned.
It was controlled.
Still, I kept going.
One hallway. Then another. Then stairs leading down.
Each step made the air heavier.
Quieter.
Like I was going somewhere I wasn’t meant to come back from.
Then I found the room.
Dim lights. Expensive furniture. No one there
But it didn’t feel empty.
It felt watched.
Him
A step behind me.
I turned slowly.
And he was already there.
No sound. No warning.
Just… there.
Tall. Relaxed. Hands at his sides.
Like none of this mattered.
But his eyes—
Cold. Sharp.
Finished with me before I even spoke.
...You shouldn’t be here.
My body locked up.
Every instinct screamed:
Run.
But I didn’t move.
Because I knew
I wouldn’t make it.
The End—Or So I Thought
He stepped closer.
The air tightened around me.
My chest felt heavy, like something invisible was crushing it.
I understood immediately.
This is where I die.
No fight.
No escape.
Just a mistake I couldn’t fix.