The car sped toward him with terrifying force.
The white light nearly consumed his vision.
But he didn't move.
It was as if his body had given up on the idea of survival.
Then suddenly,
the car swerved at the last second,
sliding past him without touching a hair on his head.
The sound was sharp,
and the smell of burned rubber filled the air.
The car stopped.
Two men stepped out.
One was huge, his face covered in a maze of tattoos.
The other was tall, wearing black sunglasses despite the darkness.
They looked like gangsters—
or something worse.
They rushed toward Jin.
Before he could comprehend what was happening,
one of them grabbed his arm,
and the other clamped a rough hand over his mouth.
Jin tried to resist.
He kicked, pushed, flailed his arms.
But he wasn't strong enough.
And he didn't scream.
Not a single sound escaped him.
Even pain had become silent.
He trembled,
his eyes wide,
crying without sound,
as though his body screamed while his throat betrayed him.
He was dragged to the car,
thrown into the back seat,
and the door slammed shut like a coffin.
As the car sped off,
the driver glanced at him through the mirror with a wicked grin.
And said:
"Tonight is your end, kid."
Jin began breathing rapidly,
his hands trembling,
his heart pounding wildly.
The other man pulled a knife from his pocket,
twirling it between his fingers like a toy.
He leaned toward Jin and sneered:
"You little bastard… What's your name?"
But Jin didn't answer.
He stared at the knife with tear-filled eyes,
then pointed to his throat,
shaking his head hopelessly.
The man frowned,
grabbed his jaw with a strong grip,
and leaned in close.
"Are you mute?"
the driver asked, laughing.
Jin didn't respond.
He only nodded.
The other man inspected his ears,
his face.
Then said:
"Ah… what a pity. We won't get to hear him scream."
They both laughed.
A laugh that came from a dark cave,
a laugh that knew no mercy.
The journey was long.
Very long.
Jin couldn't sleep from the fear.
Every time he closed his eyes,
he imagined the knife at his throat.
After countless hours,
they arrived just before dawn.
No one in the village had noticed he was gone.
No one asked.
The house they stopped at
was an old mansion made of black stone,
surrounded by a dense forest.
The air was thick with fog,
moist and filled with a foul odor.
They entered through a rusty gate,
walked down a narrow corridor,
until they reached a wide room
with grey walls
and tall windows hidden behind heavy curtains.
In the corner of the room,
stood a tall man,
wearing a black coat,
a strange tattoo crawling from his neck down his left arm.
He stood facing the window,
one hand wrapped around a glass of green liquor.
His face was hidden,
but his voice could freeze blood.
"Throw him."
He said it calmly.
They tossed Jin onto the floor,
like a bag of trash.
One of them turned and said:
"He's mute."
The man didn't turn around.
He simply said:
"Good… That suits me.
I can kill him quietly.
And take his blood… for painting."
Then the door closed with a thud.
Jin heard his words echoing in his ears.
"Kill him quietly... blood... for painting."
What did it mean?
Was he insane?
A murderer?
Something not even human?
Terror gripped Jin.
He jumped to his feet,
ran to the door,
tried to open it.
Pushed with both hands.
But it wouldn't budge.
Behind him…
footsteps.
The man had turned.
And was now walking toward him.
Slowly.
Step… by step…
Jin turned around,
and saw him.
His face was pale,
his eyes a stormy gray,
with a gleam that didn't belong to any human.
He said softly:
"You know,
I've always wanted a victim that doesn't scream.
Your silence... will be part of my art."
Jin didn't move.
Tears filled his eyes.
His legs trembled,
but still, no sound came out.
Adam drew closer.
He reached out his hand.
Jin stepped back,
but the wall trapped him.
Closer.
He placed a hand on Jin's shoulder.
And then…
He looked into Jin's eyes—not with hunger,
but with something strange.
His expression softened.
His hand gently touched Jin's cheek.
Jin flinched, crying.
Adam said softly:
You beautiful Oh boy
It's a shame…
to become a colored