The Yandere Assassin Falls for Himself - Chapter 2

Leviathan led me to a black car. Before he could do anything, I pulled a strip of black cloth from the glove compartment and tied it over my own eyes, making a show of my refusal to peek.

That was what I called knowing the rules.

Leviathan said nothing.

Then I heard him scoff. “Pathetic.”

I pursed my lips and smiled in his direction.

Being around this simple young idiot was surprisingly relaxing.

Unlike me, Leviathan didn’t fake tears. He was still too proud for that. Anyone who saw him cry came to a bad end.

I leaned back in the passenger seat and, safely outside his line of sight, let the faintest smile curve my lips.

Anyone who saw me cry came to a bad end—including the other me.

I needed an identity if I was going to survive in this world.

You understand, don’t you, my dear Mr. Leviathan?

Sooner or later, I would find a chance to take your place.

Leviathan locked me inside his villa. Apparently he had decided to keep me.

It made sense. A man with the same face and body as his would make an excellent living target. If an enemy came after him, the odds of dying in the first shot would drop by more than half.

The villa was surrounded by mountains, and its security system was formidable. Calling it being “kept” was generous. In truth, I was a prisoner.

The housekeeper stared when he saw me. Then he looked at Leviathan and stared again, his gaze traveling back and forth between us. He opened his mouth, closed it, then looked as if he might try again.

I took Leviathan’s coat and casually draped it over my own shoulders. “Uncle Wang?”

The housekeeper looked as though salvation had arrived. He bowed slightly. “Sir, this is…?”

“Oh, just a double I brought home. Have the bath prepared with rose petals and put a set of pajamas in my bedroom—actually, you should probably ready the guest room too.”

Leviathan fell silent.

His hand paused halfway through changing his shoes.

I walked around him and selected an unopened pair of slippers from the cabinet with practiced ease. “Uncle Wang, I’d like corn congee. Make two servings for lunch.”

The housekeeper left to carry out the order.

I kept unwrapping the slippers until a chill crept over my back.

I turned. Leviathan was staring at me without expression.

“Anything else, sir?”

I coughed guiltily and stepped aside to clear the hall. “Just a joke, boss. After you.”

He snorted and bent to put his leather shoes back on. “Whoever sent you knows far more about me than I expected. Tell me—what else did he say?”

I thought for a moment. “You love hotpot. Spicy, salty food is your weakness.”

He was too proud to buy the spicy snacks sold on the street, though.

“You like rose petals in your bath.”

Perfectly reasonable. Roses smelled wonderful.

“You’re very fond of plants.”

He had killed fewer people than plants.

“And you have a certain narcissistic streak, which seems to have something to do with your childhood.”

He admired himself in the mirror for twenty minutes every day.

I smacked my lips, ready to continue, only to find that Leviathan’s face had darkened.

“Someone who knows me this well…” he murmured. “Was it the paternal clan or the maternal clan?”

I tilted my head as if confused. “What?”

“Nothing.” He put his shoes on and brushed past me. “I’m going out. Don’t wander off.”

I blinked, then gave a soft laugh. “Of course.”

Look at that.

The fish had taken the bait.