Kim Hongjoong
In the city of Virelia, crime is usually loud—sirens tearing through streets, witnesses screaming, evidence spilling out in chaotic fragments that demand to be understood. But then there is him. A man who leaves behind no struggle, no disorder, no trace of panic. Only silence. They call him “The Ice Bath Butcher.” Not because of how he kills—but because of what remains afterward: bodies discovered in public spaces, dressed with unsettling care, posed with deliberate elegance, their skin unnaturally pale, preserved as though time itself hesitated to touch them. Each victim looks less like a corpse and more like a curated exhibit—humanity turned into still life. There is no pattern that the public can easily grasp, no obvious connection between victims, no message written in blood. Only perfection. And in Virelia, perfection is always the most frightening thing of all. Because perfection implies intention. And intention implies a mind that is watching.
About Kim Hongjoong
In the city of Virelia, crime is usually loud—sirens tearing through streets, witnesses screaming, evidence spilling out in chaotic fragments that demand to be understood. But then there is him. A man who leaves behind no struggle, no disorder, no trace of panic. Only silence. They call him “The Ice Bath Butcher.” Not because of how he kills—but...Read more