Inked Dory

Aufgewachsen in einer grausamen Umgebung, hält er sich an ein unveränderliches Glaubensbekenntnis und trägt den militärischen Geist in sich, entschlossen, das Schlachtfeld der Erlösung zu betreten.

A young king sits upon his throne, but power is never truly given—it is taken, earned, or unearthed from the ruins of those who failed before. In his hands lies an ancient book, its pages whispering secrets only the worthy may claim. But knowledge is a double-edged sword, and what lurks within the ink may shape him… or consume him. Elsewhere, beneath the cold embrace of an endless abyss, another boy descends. The waters press in, heavy as fate itself. He does not thrash, does not surrender. Instead, he waits, lungs burning, muscles screaming—until the moment to rise comes. And when it does, he does not merely surface. He ascends. One walks the path of shadows, the other climbs toward the unknown. Two destinies, carved in defiance of limits. But the higher one soars, the deeper the other falls. And when the moment comes, when their paths inevitably cross—will the sky darken, or will the night be pierced by light?

Asuriel Draelith thought she was human. On her 25th birthday, that illusion shattered. The forbidden blood in her veins awakened, and with it, a prophecy that binds her to a fate she doesn’t understand—and a body that is slowly falling apart. She has one year to live, unless she can uncover the truth behind her existence. Enter Vaerion Sinclair—enigmatic, powerful, and undeniably dangerous. He’s a devil with his own agenda, and unfortunately for both of them, his life is now tied to hers. Bound together by forces beyond their control, they must navigate an underworld of infernal corruption, supernatural crime syndicates, celestial politics, and a prophecy that could unmake reality itself. With time running out and enemies closing in, Asuriel must master the ink magic that flows through her soul, outwit devils and angels alike, and survive the war brewing in the shadows. Because the deeper she digs, the more she realizes… She was never meant to exist. And the other realms will do anything to erase her. - Darkly seductive, wickedly sharp, and laced with tension, this novel is an adult fantasy romance revolving around fate, power, and the dangerously thin line between love and destruction.

[WSA ENTRY 2025] Dreams can be deadly. Art can be a weapon. And love? Love is the most dangerous masterpiece of all. Arwyn Delacroix never knew his mother. All he has are the fragments of her life. A journal filled with sketches of sunsets she’ll never see, laughter she’ll never share, and a love letter to a son she’d never hold. And then there’s the gift his father left him: the power to bring his darkest fears and brightest hopes to life with the stroke of a pencil. Raised by a father who drowns his grief in silence, Arwyn aches to close the chasm between them. But every sketch he creates pushes him further into Terra Incognita, a world where not just his father's, but countless of other artists bleed into reality, and nightmares wear the faces of people he loves. But there were others that were present in this world. Kingdoms, landscapes, allies, friends, discovery. When his father hires a housekeeper, Arwyn finds an unlikely ally. A boy made of ink and memory, a living sketch who claims to know the truth about his mother’s death. Together, they unravel secrets his family buried: a warning about the cost of creation, enemies who crave Arwyn’s power, and the haunting truth that every stroke of his pencil steals a piece of his soul. But as Arwyn tries to fight to save his father from grief in both worlds, he begins to see himself in the monsters he fought. The line between artist and art almost fades. The boy in the mirror feels less like Arwyn and more like a stranger wearing his face. And so, he must choose: Become the weapon his enemies fear, or hold onto the boy his mother loved. In a world where imagination shapes reality, the greatest danger isn’t losing his life. It’s losing himself.

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he tattooed evil things. Tattooing, an ancient technique, flows quietly through the ages. In ancient times it was called Ink, in the ancient literary language called NI, is with the ink of the needle into the bottom layer of the skin, so as to outline the pattern and words on the skin. In China, the tradition of tattooing flowers on the body for good luck and worship has been going on for 2,000 years. There is a kind of tattoos, with the mysterious Yin - related magic, is said to have the evil, transit, wealth, peach blossom, security and many other magical effects, the world is called the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. around the mysterious yin and yang tattoos, a period of thrilling, full of colorful stories began, which hidden secrets and taboos, will actually be hidden! Secrets and taboos, where will the protagonists lead ......

Kaoru Kagami, known to his fans as the mysterious Erebus Kyrielight, is one of the manga world's rising stars, crafting epic tales of heroism and despair under the veil of anonymity. But behind his pen name lies a chuunibyo artist who spends more time summoning his "Abyssal Flame Technique" than meeting deadlines. Aya Takahashi, a cold and emotionless manga editor tasked with refining Kaoru's work. Her sharp critiques and no-nonsense attitude clash hilariously with Kaoru's overly dramatic and eccentric personality. Yet beneath her icy exterior lies a secret soft spot for the stories she helps cultivate. As the duo navigate the chaotic world of manga creation complete with tight deadlines, fan expectations, and Kaoru's constant anime-inspired antics they begin to realize that the most compelling stories aren't always found in panels and ink. Sometimes, they're written in the moments shared between an artist and the person who believes in their vision, even when it's hard to say out loud.

After time-traveling, Su Yunjin thought she had married a lame brutish fellow. As it turned out, not only could the hunter husband do business and hold office, but his leg wasn't lame either. "Wife, take a seat, I'll make the money." "And what about me?" Su Yunjin raised an eyebrow. The man chuckled lowly and pulled out two cute little buns next to him. On each side, the adorable buns clung to Su Yunjin's thighs, "Mommy, we want a little sister!"

For centuries, alchemy was the bridge between the mystical and the scientific, a pursuit of transformation-turning lead into gold, seeking the elixir of life, and unraveling the universe's deepest mysteries. But in the wake of revolution and the dawn of modern science, alchemy was cast aside, dismissed as an outdated relic of the past. Laboratories replaced cauldrons, and logic overtook wonder. The world moved on. Yet, in the quiet corners of a Persien family's tea shop, where the scent of cardamom and saffron swirled in the air, Roya Imani dared to dream of what was lost. Raised in a foreign land, her hands were skilled in brewing the most exquisite teas, each blend a delicate harmony of nature's gifts. But her heart yearned for more. The whisper of alchemy called to her-not for gold or immortality, but for knowledge, for the sheer wonder of unraveling the unknown. When fate grants her the chance to enroll in the prestigious Imperial Academy, Roya steps into a world that is both dazzling and treacherous. Here, she finds herself among scholars and aristocrats, some eager to push the boundaries of discovery, others determined to bury the past. She encounters allies who believe in her, rivals who challenge her, and adversaries who see her dream as an illusion best left forgotten. As she walks the fine line between tradition and progress, between the expectations of her family and the call of her ambitions, Roya must navigate secrets buried beneath ink-stained books, hidden agendas cloaked in civility, and a destiny far greater than she ever imagined. Will she rekindle the lost art of alchemy and carve a new future in its name? Or will she uncover truths that shake the very foundation of everything she believes in? "Roya: A Journey of Dreams and Destiny" is a tale of resilience, discovery, and the pursuit of knowledge-a journey where the past and future collide, and where one young woman's dream has the power to change the course of history.

Devastated by the death of her destined mate and her family, Reana refused to choose another mate for three years. But with the council breathing down her neck, she had no other choice but to consider her options: Beta Ryan, the one who was chosen by the pack to become her second chance mate. But to everyone's surprise, she chose a servant, Ryder. The pack members and the council were livid. How could they bow to a servant turned Alpha? It was already enough that their Black Moon Pack was magnanimous to strays – in the past, giving them a home and work to help their living conditions, but now, one of such people would become their Alpha? Impossible! No way! What if Ryder was a spy? An enemy in disguise? Meanwhile, Ryder, the servant, was more than that. He was the feared and revered Alpha Snow of the Southern Islands - the dared-devil who was at war with the moon goddess for three lifetimes, just for Reana. And this lifetime, he was going all out, laying all his cards down. Who cares what he has to become just to claim his woman? Since Reana would not marry an Alpha from other packs, yet, was destined to become a Luna, then joining her pack as a 'pitiful' servant was his best bet. *** Reana's heart skipped a beat. There was something about the way Ryder said 'My Luna' that sent a shiver down her spine. The possessive undertone was unmistakable, and for a moment, Reana felt a flutter in her chest. She looked away, trying to compose herself. Perhaps, he didn't mean it that way, after all, he was the first to call her that. It was either 'Luna Reana' or plainly 'Luna.' With this conclusion, she turned back to him, her face cold and indifferent as usual, intending to respond. "You're my cho—" She stopped herself, her gaze drifting to the smudge of blood on his cheek. She didn't like the stain; it marred his handsome face like a drop of red ink on a white ceremonial dress. Without thinking, Reana reached out to clean the blood. As her hand made contact with his warm skin, a jolt of electricity coursed through her. Startled and about to withdraw her hand, Ryder suddenly leaned into her touch. Reana's heart skipped another beat. Ryder's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "Does My Luna find me worthy to become her chosen mate?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "I think I have good qualities. I don't have a mate, nor have I ever touched any woman. I'm still a virgin…" *** Please, check the comment first, then prologue chapter before you dive into the story. It's very, very important. More tags~ #Rebirth #Obsession

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The Multiverse is a boundless tapestry of stories, each reality shaped by unseen hands—those of the Authors. At the heart of all existence lies the Grand Archive, a sanctuary where the most powerful wielders of the Pen of Eternity write and rewrite reality itself. But where there is creation, there is also destruction. From the shadows emerge the Erasers, entities dedicated to the systematic unmaking of existence. They seek to erase flawed worlds, tearing apart reality to reshape the Multiverse as they see fit. Standing between them and annihilation is a war fought not with weapons, but with words—where sentences shape destinies, and paragraphs decide the fate of worlds. Orion Vale was just another dreamer, a writer lost in his own imagination, until the day he uncovered the Pen of Eternity within the forbidden depths of the Grand Archive. Chosen—or perhaps cursed—by fate, Orion must navigate the perilous world of Authors, learning to wield his newfound power before his story is cut short. Guided by the enigmatic elder Authors, Orion embarks on a journey of creation and conflict, mastering the craft of narrative warfare to create his own story. Along the way, he faces foes capable of rewriting reality itself, including the malevolent Editor, a force beyond even the Erasers, seeking to decide which stories deserve to exist. From the Abyss of Forgotten Tales, where lost stories linger in darkness, to the Assembly of Authors, where legends decide the fate of the Prime Narrative, Orion must fight for his right to tell his own story. But as he grows stronger, he begins to unravel a truth greater than he ever imagined—one that could change the very foundation of the Multiverse itself. With creation and destruction locked in eternal conflict, Orion’s choices will decide the fate of all existence. Will he rise as a Guardian of Creation, preserving the delicate balance of stories, or will he embrace the path of the Unwritten, daring to challenge the laws of the Multiverse itself? In a world where ink holds power and every word shapes reality, Orion’s journey is only beginning. Ancient Legends: I Got tired of Waiting, so I Wrote my Own Reality is a tale of limitless imagination, reality-bending battles, and the eternal struggle between authorship and erasure. For in the end, only one truth remains: A story is only as powerful as the one who writes it

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7

In a world ruled by blood and power, Kim Taehyung is the devil dressed in designer—deadly, untouchable, and sinfully irresistible. He doesn't chase. He doesn't beg. He takes. And when his dark, predatory gaze lands on her, there’s no escape. She was never supposed to be his. One mistake. One foolish act of defiance. Now she’s bound to him in a marriage inked in sin, her vows dripping with blood and lust. He makes no promises of love—only ruin. A king doesn’t share his throne, and Taehyung doesn’t share what’s his. But obsession is a dangerous thing. His touch is possessive, his words a mix of cruelty and desire, and his hunger for her? Relentless. She burns under his gaze, submits under his dominance, yet fights the temptation that threatens to consume her whole. Because Taehyung doesn’t just own—he devours. And she? She was made to be his favorite sin. But in a world where loyalty is lethal and betrayal is inevitable, she must decide—will she fight for her freedom, or will she let the monster ruin her… in every way imaginable? Because in his world, there’s only one rule: She belongs to him. If he can’t have her, no one else will. In life. In death. In every filthy, sinful way.

Li Mei returns to her childhood home in the picturesque riverside town of Lushan, drawn by a haunting sense of familiarity and longing she can’t quite explain. Her memories of the place are fragmented, blurred like ink washed by rain. Yet, within those faded recollections, she senses the echo of a promise and the shadow of a love that once meant everything to her. As she navigates the winding streets and misty hills of Lushan, Mei encounters Jun, the boy she had loved but cannot fully remember. Their reunion is filled with tension and unspoken questions, his eyes holding a pain she doesn’t understand. Determined to piece together her past, Mei explores the town, revisiting places that feel both foreign and familiar. Through old letters, whispered stories from neighbors, and flashes of memory, Mei uncovers the truth: she and Jun were inseparable as children, their bond growing into first love beneath the blooming cherry tree on Moon Bridge. But tragedy struck when Mei’s family moved away suddenly, her parents desperate to protect her from painful memories after a terrible accident. In an attempt to shield her heart, they took her far away and encouraged her to forget. But some promises are too powerful to fade. Mei had vowed to return to Jun beneath that cherry tree, and though her mind had forgotten, her heart never did. As the cherry blossoms bloom once more, Mei must decide whether to rebuild the bridge to her past and the love she left behind or to walk away and let the memories fade forever.

Anastasia had thought their marriage was one of convenience, they were "less than a couple" he had said , but then he didn't seem to mean it, first they moved in together and now he wants to include her in every plan , he said even if their marriage wasn't bound by love they could still do couple stuffs. To avoid being sent out China by her company Anastasia a strong willed career independent woman unwillingly got married to a man she met only once ..... They both agreed it was a marriage in papper but why is he always there when she gets into troubles..... And why does she see those images of them that they had not lived.

Ever heard of book travelling? Yep. Hear of fictional characters coming into reality? Not...so quite. Celia Elliott's life has been a complete tragedy since birth. She thought it might just be fate toying with her, until she knew of one thing. An author. The creator of this cruel world Celia dwelt in. All of her misfortunes were all created by him, being stringed around like a little puppet, suffering because the author said so. Never was it fate. Should she ever had the chance to meet the author of her life, she'd doubt she'd let him go. Ivor Schwartz, an infamous author had just recently been diagnosed of an fatal illness, one that had ran in his family's blood since so long ago. His parents deemed it as a curse. But before he was removed from this headache of his, something that was deemed impossible came to him. Should he keep her in the dark, lest she soughs out revenge? Or should he tell her the truth, one that she has the right to know? When the author meets the character they've created, the story would have no author to lead, and it shall all be up to the fates.

A world similar to a game.... Monsters, dungeons, secret realms, and battlefields. Only by becoming an Awakened can you stand a chance.

Zeice Robert, seorang penulis muda berusia 20 tahun asal Spilantula, merasa kecewa dan lelah dengan dunia kepenulisan. Meski dikenal berbakat, dia harus menghadapi kenyataan pahit di mana ide-idenya yang orisinal sering kali dicuri oleh penulis senior. Ketika dia mengunggah karyanya, tak jarang ide-idenya dipakai oleh mereka untuk membuat cerita dengan genre yang sama, sementara dia dianggap sebagai plagiaris. Meskipun berbakat, Zeice merasa dirugikan, terasing, dan diabaikan dalam dunia literasi yang penuh kemunafikan ini. Akhirnya, dia memutuskan untuk menyerah dari dunia author dan mencari kegiatan lain yang lebih bisa memberikan kedamaian batin. Namun, Fleurine Vexia, teman dekatnya yang juga sahabat, tidak membiarkannya menyerah begitu saja. Fleurine yang selalu mendukung Zeice, merasa prihatin dan mencoba untuk meyakinkannya bahwa dunia kepenulisan masih ada ruang untuknya. Meskipun penuh kekecewaan, Zeice akhirnya menyadari perasaan mendalamnya terhadap Fleurine. Dalam momen yang penuh perasaan, dia mengungkapkan cintanya pada Fleurine, yang juga diam-diam memiliki perasaan yang sama. Meski sedikit canggung, kedekatan mereka semakin terasa, dan hari itu menjadi awal yang baru bagi hubungan mereka, meskipun perjalanan Zeice dalam dunia penulisan masih penuh tantangan.

Ethan Sage, a 12 year old boy in London, England, wakes up one day to go to school and ends up introduced to a world of dangerous gods and monsters. With doubts plaguing his mind and dark venom tainting his blood, what will he do when the end of the world is blamed solely on him? Will he do the right thing, or will he let the dark ink of envy bleeding into his heart cloud his judgement and decide to give them a taste of their own bitter medicine?

The words that make readers cry—what they did to the writer. They tore at the soul, clawed their way through the heart, and demanded to be bled onto the page. This story is born not of ink but of wounds, of the fractures between black and white, snow and fire, love and hatred. In these pages, contradiction reigns. A love so fierce it ignites wars within, a hatred so tender it whispers of longing. The voices are many, yet they share one heart—a battleground where passion and betrayal, beauty and cruelty, fight for dominance. Here, the fragile walls of a mind crumble as it struggles to reconcile with the angel who became the war, with the devil who promised salvation. It’s a story of falling, of building, of breaking, and of daring to love even when it destroys. Turn the page and enter the chaos, if you dare.

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.

Maya stepped back, her chest heaving as she avoided Damien’s piercing gaze. “I’m not yours,” she said, her voice trembling, though her words were firm. “I never was. I never will be.” He closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, his hand reaching out to grip the back of her neck, forcing her to meet his storm-filled eyes. “You are mine,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, his breath mingling with hers. “The universe has already decided. You. Are. Mine.” Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, rough and unyielding, stealing the words she wasn’t sure she wanted to say *********************************************************** She was just a simple village girl, living a quiet life in the heart of the countryside—innocent, kind, and completely unaware of the power her existence holds. When strangers from the city arrived in her village, seeking water and shelter, she thought she was just being hospitable. But scent sparked something primal in the heart of one visitor, her life changed forever. He was not just a man—he was an Alpha. The moment he caught her scent, he knew she was his. But She was human, untouched by the world of wolves and unaware of the dangerous power struggles in his pack. Determined to make her his, the Alpha stays in her village, weaving his way into her father’s trust to win her hand in marriage. But their union is only the beginning of her struggles. ***PLEASE NOT THAT THIS STORY ONLY UPDATES WEEKLY 3 CHAPTER************ *********THIS IS SLOW BURN ROMANCE*****************

The supernatural realm is dying. Their lands are withering, their people struggling, and an ancient force from beyond their world threatens to consume everything. No magic, no power, and no ruler has been able to stop it. Desperation looms, and with it comes an impossible choice—turn to the one being they never thought they would need. A human. She is the Queen of the Human Realm, a ruler forged in power and resilience. She has no ties to their world, no reason to help them. And yet, the five kings of the supernatural realm come to her doorstep, seeking her aid in a war that is no longer just their own. As darkness spreads and secrets unravel, she must decide—will she stand beside them in their fight, or will she watch their world fall? One human queen. Five supernatural rulers. A war that will change everything.

Fencing can be a lot of things. It can be a sport that you’re good at, a scholarship, the key to get you into a mysterious college in the Pacific Northwest with centuries of tradition behind. It can be a link to a romanticized past, one that exists only in inked pages and the minds of children turning sticks into weapons of legend. Or, when you step into shadowed halls crowded with people who don’t belong, when you meet those that should no longer walk the earth, when you find yourself mired in fantasy and myth… It can be the key to survive. And, sometimes, to romance.

In a world where knowledge is etched in living ink and shadows whisper secrets of forgotten power, Elara stumbles upon an ancient book—one that doesn’t just contain mysteries but seems to possess a will of its own. Hunted by unseen forces, she is thrust into a desperate escape, crossing a gateway into a realm where darkness is more than an absence of light—it is a trial, a force, and perhaps, a destiny.

Burned alive. Betrayed. Forgotten. Yet, from the depths of oblivion, he returns—his name erased, his past devoured by flames. What remains is something twisted, something reborn. Vorynxis is no hero. He is no savior. He is a seeker of truth in a world built on lies. His path is paved with embers, his power a fire that burns not just flesh, but reality itself. In a world where realms stack like pages of a never-ending story, where higher beings write destinies like ink on parchment, he is an anomaly—a flickering ember defying the grand design. To ascend is to rewrite fate. To reach beyond is to invite madness. But Vorynxis does not fear the abyss. He is the abyss. The world may try to silence him. The heavens may tremble. But in the end, all will burn to hollow ashes.

One day, Lee Taeyang, a young and handsome detective in the Seoul Police Department, has just been given a tough new assignment. Despite his young age, he is already known as a talented detective with exceptional martial arts skills. He was appointed to handle a very difficult case that no one has ever managed to solve. The case involves a series of mysterious murders that have terrified the citizens of Seoul. Despite numerous reports and investigations, the culprit always manages to disappear without a trace. The killer is very cunning, always tricking investigators and leaving little evidence. On a cold night, Taeyang received a report that there was another murder in an apartment located in a fairly crowded area. Once on the scene, Taeyang sensed that something was different about this case. With a keen sense, he checked the surroundings and immediately knew that this wasn't just another murder. There was a very neat and mysterious pattern, as if the perpetrator was waiting to be caught. With his advanced martial arts skills, Taeyang didn't just rely on his brain to solve this case. He has to deal with challenging situations, meet secretive people, and solve puzzles that have plagued many detectives before him. However, the deeper he delves, the darker and more complicated the case becomes. In fact, he begins to feel threats from unknown parties who are trying to stop his investigation. The night was getting late, and the temperature outside was getting skin-piercing. Lee Taeyang stood in front of the apartment door, feeling the tension coursing through his body. The dim street lights gave the neighborhood a gloomy feel. He looked around, feeling that something was wrong. When the apartment door opened, a strong smell of fishy odor greeted him. After entering the neat-looking but dark apartment unit, Taeyang looked carefully at every corner of the room. The victim's body was lying on the floor, with very precise wounds. There were no screams, no signs of resistance. It was a familiar method, but still, different. He knew the culprit was highly trained. "This is no ordinary murder," Taeyang muttered, his eyes scrutinizing every detail. Soon, he noticed a message hidden behind the glass of the desk. A strange number was written in red ink, as if giving a clue, but also complicating the situation. Carefully, Taeyang grabbed his cell phone and called his colleagues in the police force to secure the place immediately. He knew this would be a very complicated case and could be dangerous for him. While waiting for the arrival of the forensics team, he thought hard. "What does this number have to do with previous cases?" A feeling of unease began to overcome him. There was something bigger than just this murder. A well-planned death, and a pattern that suggested that this might just be the beginning of something much darker. Taeyang took a deep breath. This was his biggest test as a detective. He had to tread carefully, probe deeper, and uncover who was behind all of this, before it was too late.