Name: Kittichai Shinawatra
Pronunciation: Kitty-Kai
Korean name is Park HoSung
Nationality: Korean-Thai (Mother is Thai, Father is Korean.)
Age: 20
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Staring out his apartment window at the busy streets of Busan, he hadn't slept properly for days. Each day had passed by with a restlessness that couldn't be explained. What was it that was making him uneasy? He wasn't really sure if he wanted to find out, as everything about it felt unsettling.
The young man had recently turned 20, but he wasn't really sure what he wanted to do with his life, he hadn't worked up the motivation to figure it out either. Looking to the sky in hopes to lighten his mood he gave a disappointed sigh, the sky was cloudy and gray.
A moment passed before he turned his attention to the watch on his wrist. His stomach growling as he read the time. It was going on 12:30 in the afternoon; he had slept in due to the lack of sleep lately and hadn't eaten yet. Beginning to ponder about what to eat, he considered his options. After careful consideration he decided he would go out to eat, since he doesn't like to cook unless he has guests over.
Getting dressed, he carelessly tossed his sleepwear to the side. It landed on the floor which already had quite a few articles of clothing laying about, some even dangled over the nearby furniture. He paid little attention to the messy surroundings as he grabbed his phone from off of his bed and went to fix his hair. He casually checked himself over in the mirror, the dark circles under his eyes were barely visible as they blended in with his tan complexion. With the shrug of his shoulders he walked towards the exit, making sure to grab his headphones from the nightstand before walking out of his apartment.
Exiting the building, he began to walk to the restaurant. The further he got from home the more restless he became; maybe he was just being paranoid, but he couldn't put his finger on the exact feeling of unease. The uneasiness caused Kitt to look over his shoulder every now and then to make sure he wasn't being followed or something.
Finally arriving at the restaurant, he ordered jjigae as he sat down at the table. Once he was done eating, he played on his phone for a while; not mentally prepared to go back out onto the streets yet.
After about an hour, the waitress asked him if he could give up his table, which he respectfully obliged. As he left the building the uneasiness returned. Pushing the feeling to the back of his mind, Kitt began to venture around town. He wasn't ready to return to his home just yet; after all, the only thing waiting for him back at his apartment was his intrusive thoughts.
As he wandered around, he would stop occasionally at store windows to look at what they had on display. One store he stopped at had an outfit on the display mannequin that made him smile a bit. It was an outfit that was modelled by his best friend just a couple weeks prior. He couldn't help but feel proud of his friend as he stared at the outfit, after all, they had been friends since they were young. Kitt was the person who had originally suggested that they become a model, that friend was now one of the top models of South Korea.
Kittichai was lost in thought as loud music suddenly blared from around the buildings corner. The music came so abruptly that it had caused him to jump, startling him. Placing a hand over his racing heart, he walked towards the sound of the music. Walking around the corner to the location of the music, he could see a man doing a solo dance, his orange hair bouncing with the rhythm. The man looked rather handsome and probably was no more than 5 years older than Kitt. He wasn't overly familiar with Korean artists as he usually listened to Thai music or English rock bands, so he couldn't put a name to the dancer's face; however, he could tell that the artist was quite popular as a large group of girls were squealing and chanting something. Honestly he could understand that the artist was popular, his music was pretty decent and he was good-looking. Even Kitt was enjoying his music, he was surprised to find that the music was soothing his uneasy feeling. With the unease temporarily settling, he decided to stay until the end of the performance hoping it would calm his nerves a bit more.
When the last song had ended, Kitt left, continuing his journey down the sidewalk and through town. He had probably been wandering around for about six hours as he stopped frequently to window shop, but after a while he started to feel uncomfortable, vulnerable, and longing for the comfort of his home. So he decided to make his way back towards his apartment. He hadn't walked very far as he passed a tall building. Suddenly stopping, he backtracked a couple of steps he turned his attention to his left where there was a dark, silent alleyway. The restless feeling growing stronger than ever. He knew he shouldn't, yet he couldn't stop himself.
His round almond eyes examined the alleyway closely with each slow, cautious step he took into the darkness. Freezing as a shiver ran up his spine, like something really cold had passed through him. He felt like something was watching him from the dark. Taking his phone out, he turned the flashlight on and used it to look at the surroundings. His eyes rested on the graffiti covered wall, it was vibrant with colors, a beautiful work of art even though it appeared to be unfinished. His eyes then lowered to the splatters of red on the pavement near the dumpster.
"That's just part of the graffiti too, right?" He whispered; chuckling nervously, he took three steps into the alley, yet at the same time he stepped to the right towards the building furthest from the red pavement. He put his back towards the building so he could see around the corner better, not wanting to worry about what was behind him. His eyes widened in shock at the sight. What lay before him was a body, a corpse of what appeared to be a man. As much as it scared him, he eyed the body from afar, maybe it was his curious nature that kept him there or maybe it was the restlessness he had felt for the past week. Either way, he still chose to examine the body from where he stood, taking in the scene.
The corpse was missing its arms, they seemed to be cleanly cut off indicating that they were most likely murdered. However, what caused Kitt the most concern was that even though the most evident cause of death would've been the lack of arms and treatment, there wasn't a lot of blood to back up the theory of blood loss. As he scanned over the body he noticed that it had suffered multiple other lacerations a well.
"Maybe the lack of blood was the cause and this just wasn't the original place they had been killed... maybe the body was moved?" He thought to himself.
Gathering his courage he took some steps closer. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the body hadn't been moved, but had most likely been dead some time before the dismemberment had taken place. Which would explain why there would be a lot less blood flow from the missing limbs. His eyes moved down from the body's missing arms as he noticed that the stomach had been torn into, Kitt shivered as his eyes fell upon some of the other injuries. Bite wounds, some appeared to be from an animal, a dog he would assume, but what really caught his eye the most were the human bite marks. The human bite wounds were deep, some were so bad that the skin had been ripped off completely.
"Maybe he just had a really creepy kink...?" He said the thought out loud, knowing that no one in their right mind would ever have that kind of kink or find someone crazy enough to perform it... well it would be extremely rare.
Kitt really liked detective shows, but seeing it with his own eyes was a lot worse than seeing it on a show. He was starting to question how the police could see stuff like this often and still stay sane. As he continued to stare at the bite wounds, sheer horror crossed his face. His mind drifting to any of the other reasons for human bite wounds like the ones on the corpse. "If not a kink then what? Cannibalism? A serious case of a psycho killer? Or..." He shook his head to clear his thoughts, not wanting to consider any of the other possibilities.
Once he got his head straight, he looked down at his phone to check the time. It was now 6:47 PM, he unlocked his phone and dialed the police. As the phone began to ring he released a sigh, knowing that he wasn't going to be heading home anytime soon.
A loud noise echoed from a little ways down the alley drawing his attention. The noise was from what sounded like a can that got kicked, in the kind of way that was from walking and accidentally hitting it with your foot. Kittichai was too focused on whatever made the sound and forgot to answer the police when they picked up his call. Looking around cautiously, he brought his phone down from his ear to shine the flashlight in the direction that the sound came from. There was a silhouette that appeared further down the alley. It trudged awkwardly towards him, swaying as it walked and limping on its left leg. The silhouette looked injured, causing him to grow concerned.
"Hey, do you need help? Do you want me to call an ambulance?" He called out to it, his voice echoing between the surrounding buildings.
Once it heard his voice it snapped its head to the left and then to the right. It was one of the most abnormal motions Kitt had ever seen before. He backed up as it got closer, due to feeling threatened, putting his back to the building he had originally been close to. He strained his eyes to see if he could make out the silhouette a little better. It appeared to have a sword attached to its belt.
"Maybe it was the person who had dismembered the corpse? Who even has the authority to carry a sword in the middle of town?" He pondered. Kitt got into a defensive stance, if it was the person who dismembered the body, then they were probably somebody dangerous.
They slowly trudged towards him and once the person reached a little more than four meters away it became visible, almost every detail. The appearance of the person was so shocking that Kitt placed a hand on the wall behind him, as if he was trying to back away further. The person was missing fingers on their left hand while their entire right hand was ripped off and dangling by a tendon, even their skin tone was strange. His eyes scanned the person from head to toe, he wasn't sure if he should try and help the person or run away.
A brief moment passed by before Kittichai got the courage to ask them a second time if they needed help, but he barely had opened his mouth to speak as the person suddenly launched themselves towards him at a quickening speed. Gasping, he dropped his phone in shock, which was still connected to the police until it clashed with the pavement...