This was the person I had been hunting—the one I had sworn to kill.
"Kim Ha-Joon..." I muttered under my breath, my grip on the scythe tightening as my blood boiled with anticipation.
"Hello, Gaon... Do you like this palace? I built it for you." Kim Ha-Joon's voice dripped with mockery, his words echoing with an otherworldly resonance. His maniacal laughter cut through the air, sending a chill down my spine. "If you submit to me, I will make you my empress. You won't even need to do much—just warm my bed! Hahaha!"
The twisted humor in his voice, mixed with the eerie undertone, reminded me too much of the voice that haunted me daily, trying to drag me into madness.
"Disgusting as always..." I spat, raising my scythe slightly, its blade catching the pale moonlight. My gaze locked onto his—eyes as black as the void itself, radiating malice and darkness. "It's Lee Gaon for you. Show some respect to your superiors, scum."
