The girl's eyes widened in fear. But one of them stepped forward, determined to show her wild strength.
"Listen, man, we flip the middle finger to this fucking thing called love. In this world, who even falls in love anymore?" one of them sneered.
Dametri Smilers chuckled darkly. "They can't. Because diseases like you are still alive." His voice dripped with venom. "Girls like you spread your legs the moment a man whispers love. And men—" he tilted his head, smirking, "sometimes they get weak and fall for it. But they'd never do it if whores like you didn't exist in the first place."
"Hey, do you think we're call girls?" one of the girls snapped back, her voice laced with mockery. "No, we just do it for fun. We have boyfriends."
Dametri scoffed. " So why the fuck are you here, looking to spread your legs for another man? Go get pleasure from your boyfriend." His smile widened as he leaned closer. "Or… doesn't he love you?"
The girl laughed, her tone arrogant. "He blindly loves me, but who cares? We'll break up in—"
She couldn't finish. Her breath hitched as her eyes darted downward. A knife gleamed against her throat, its cold edge pressing into her skin.
Dametri pulled the blade in a slow, agonizing drag. Blood gushed out, spilling over her fingers as she clutched her throat, gasping. A broken, wet gurgle escaped her lips. She fell to her knees, blood spraying like a ruptured pipe. It painted the walls, the floor—a grotesque masterpiece of death.
The other girls froze, their bodies trembling violently. One of them let out a scream—a raw, primal shriek of terror.
Dametri tilted his head, a cruel grin spreading across his face. "Scream, little girls, scream. Scream like the ones who get cheated on, the ones whose hearts are shattered into pieces." His voice was soft, teasing, almost delighted.
The girl who had been attacked collapsed, her body twitching. But he wasn't done.
Dametri's knife plunged into her chest, a final, brutal thrust to send her into the abyss. Her body went limp.
Then he turned, his cold gaze locking onto another girl. He grabbed her hair, yanking her toward him. She fought, nails clawing at his hand, but what could she do? What would fighting change?
He slammed her head against the wall. A sickening crack echoed through the room. Blood trickled down her forehead, her vision blurring.
Still, she was alive.
Dametri dragged her, her body scraping against the wall. Her skull cracked again, her voice fading into choked whimpers. To ensure her death, he drove his knife deep into her chest.
The last girl, shaking violently, grabbed a wine glass. A desperate attempt at defense. She moved slowly, then, with all her strength, shattered it against his head.
Glass shards exploded. Wine splashed onto his face. A thin trickle of blood ran from his scalp.
Dametri staggered slightly, then… laughed.
"Do you think… you can kill me with fucking wine?" His voice was quiet, dangerous. Then, faster than she could react, his foot connected with her stomach.
She coughed violently, blood spilling from her lips.
Dametri leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "Listen. If you'd stayed pure, innocent… you wouldn't be dying like this."
Her body trembled.
"But this world is cruel, isn't it?" he whispered. "It eats the innocent alive. That much is true. But tell me…" He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Who the fuck told you to stay weak?"
She could barely breathe.
"Be pure, not weak. Be strong."
A flicker of something crossed her eyes—regret.
Dametri smirked. "And I'm not just talking about girls. Boys, too, play the same game. They break hearts, ruin lives, and laugh while doing it."
A face flashed in his mind. Kenzo. Yuzuha's fucking ex.
His grip tightened.
"I'll kill you in the most painful way, Kenzo," he muttered darkly. "Maybe I'll make you lose your memory. Maybe I'll put you in a coma. Or maybe… I'll poison you slowly, watch you rot from the inside out."
His gaze flickered back to the girl in front of him.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?" His voice softened, eerily gentle.
She nodded weakly, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
"Then, do you think people who do this are monsters?"
She hesitated. Then, another nod.
Dametri's smile deepened.
"Good girl."
The knife pressed against her chest.
She didn't scream. Didn't resist.
She only smiled. Weakly.
And then, she died.
The door creaked open.
Dametri stood, his expression void of emotion as several figures entered. They were clad in navy-blue and white uniforms, their faces hidden. Cleaning equipment in their hands.
They waited. Silent.
Waiting for their master to finish.
"Clean the mess," Dametri ordered. His voice was casual, almost bored. "And tell Clean-3 to hack into X4 Motel's servers. Delete all the footage."
They nodded.
One pressed a button on their belt. A small blue light flickered, then vanished.
The cleaners moved swiftly. Blood-soaked sheets were stripped away, new ones set in place. Walls were scrubbed, stained carpets replaced. The bodies were packed into human-sized boxes, ready for disposal.
Not a word was spoken. They moved like machines.
"Burn the bodies," Dametri instructed. "Bury the boxes near the sea bank. Scatter the ashes."
They obeyed.
Dametri took a glass of water, glancing at the broken wine bottle.
"How can anyone drink this shit instead of water?" His lips curled in disgust. "My old man was a drunk. Always drowning himself in this poison." His grip tightened around the glass. "It eats away your strength."
Within moments, the room looked as if nothing had happened. No blood. No bodies. No evidence.
"Perfect," Dametri murmured.
They nodded in silent approval.
As he left the building, his eyes flicked to the third floor. Room 46.
His gaze darkened.
Kenzo.
In the distance, the bastard was stepping out of the room.
Dametri's eyes narrowed as he spotted another figure. Aoi.
She locked the door behind her and walked outside, handing the key to the receptionist.
A black car rolled up to the motel's entrance. A man stepped out, handing her two boxes.
"Thanks, dealer-san," Aoi purred, smiling.
The masked men remained silent.
She leaned in, attempting to kiss one of them, but he blocked her with a gloved hand.
"Hey!" she pouted. "Why don't you guys melt when a sexy girl like me tries to touch you? Huh? Are you robots or—"
The car door slammed shut.
Aoi scowled as the vehicle drove away.
Dametri smirked. "This bitch is desperate to touch anything with a pulse."
Aoi walked off, heading in the opposite direction of Kenzo.
But Dametri wasn't done.
His eyes locked onto Kenzo's retreating figure.
"Get in the car. Keep an eye on me and him," he ordered.
His men nodded.
Tonight… would be Kenzo's worst fucking nightmare.