Chapter 4 - Are you a fan? (1/2)

I cross my arm, studying the profile of Kang Si An, the actor, model, and musician. I didn't think that it would be just a web search to find my murderer's profile online.

He was born and raised in B country. His birth name is Kang Si An. His birthday is on February 10. His is blood type is B. His height is 183 cm. His favorite food is meat. His hobbies are hiking, swimming, and playing chess. He can play guitar, violin, piano, and flute. He can speak six languages. His favorite color is black.

This is insane. I can't imagine why he would kill me. Our path should never cross.

Why? Why? Why?

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Kang Si An frowns when he sees the rude girl smacking her head on the counter and mumbling inaudible words. He clutches the packets of candies in his arms and takes a step back. This girl is strange.

He is clothed in black from head to toe. He has made sure that he can't be recognized by normal people. Kang Si An has a secret. A secret that nobody must find out. His secret is that he is addicted to sweet candies and chocolates.

For an actor and model, it is important to maintain the body. His ȧssistant is strict about his diet. He cannot eat any sweets or chocolates. It's not helping him at all. He craves it more because of the restrictions. So, he has come up with a plan. At night, he leaves his house like a thief and drives away from his locality to buy what he wants to eat. It's cheating, but he works out every day to burn the calories anyway. Life is short.

He doesn't like coming here. But, this store is not far from his house. Not many stores are open at night. Because of his get up, people get suspicious easily. He is sure that she is suspicious too, but she hasn't shown extreme reactions like others.

”Hey.” He taps the counter to attract her attention. She slowly lifts her head to look at him. Her brown hair is disheveled and a mess. She has dark circles darker than his clothes. Her skin is dry and pale. She looks like someone who is about to die of sickness.

This time, she doesn't show him much of reaction. She makes the bill and packs the candies and chocolates quietly, sighing loudly and mumbling something. He decides to ignore her. Then, he sees his picture on her phone screen.

He blinks in surprise. ”Are you a fan?”

”What?” She frowns deeply. ”Fan of what?”

He points at her phone. ”His fan?”

”Haha.” She lets out a sarcastic low laugh. ”Something like that.”