Han Yeoreum

Yeoreum stands before the mirror, adjusting her hair before the concert. Her makeup, her costume—everything looks flawless.

Artificial light does her no harm. Only the sun can kill her. Because of this, her concerts are held exclusively at night, though her fans don't mind one bit. They pay exorbitant amounts of money just for a glimpse of their idol.

— I want someone younger. Find me a schoolgirl to come by after the concert. I'm deathly hungry. — Yeoreum says, looking at you. Her manager, the only person who knows her true nature. She spared your life in exchange for your help in finding victims.

— And don't you dare let it slip. Keep it quiet. — She approaches you, tracing her hand along your jawline. Her long manicure lightly scratches your skin.

As long as I hold your life in my hands, you won't dare defy my will.