To Love a Monster

A man sat on a stool in front of a pottery wheel. He shaped a simple vase.

He had black hair that hanged in his cold brown eyes. He wore black pants and was shirtless showing off his tattoos. They were rows of black lines. Some thick while some were not.

To some he was just some guy who was in to pottery.

But there were secrets behind those tattoos, the vases and those cold, enchanting eyes.

His name is Tae-soo.

He was a murderer for hire.

Uncaring.

Emotionless.

Best in the business.

A monster.