The mad enjoyment that shook the man gave way to a big peace.
He had thought about it and lived this moment in advance so much, his body moved on its own.
But he had not planned the sound of despair in the voice of the Monster, nor the itch at the end of the fingers whenever they'd brushed against the clothes of the woman.
Oh, this operation showed itself a thousand times better that if he had imagined during all these years…
He had a happy hiccup.
And this feeling of freedom, like an extasy…
He still saw himself, sweaty, terrified, stinking of fear and desire, when he had woken with a startle, twenty years ago, with this obsession.
He was still young enough at the time for the barmaids to call him "Oppa".
He giggled.
The detective's wife had probably thought herself clever.
O-L-D.
He had contemplated the clue with a small ironic smile, before deciding not to wipe it off.
If Yeo Ji-Hoon showed himself rusty, maybe the inscription would make things accelerate. Two weeks were quite enough time spent in this crazy, modern, far too wild world for him, now. Everything must be ended at the latest on Sunday.
He loved Sunday 's menu.
He checked both chairs, both objects. Perfect. All left was to stick to the plan.
The little girl stirred on the cardboards. The ribbon in her hair caught the moonlight.
He frowned.
The little girl had brought an additional interest to the hunting, but she weighed at the bottom of his throat, like an unpleasant aftertaste.
Was it better to kill her now? To take her out of the equation? Maybe she was going to wrong the calculation…
He stepped in her direction.
The little girl woke up.