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Synopsis

The name that left the darkest bloodstain in South Korean criminal history. People commonly called him 'Hyeol-hwa' (Blood Flower).

A legendary serial killer who walked the shadows alone for over a decade, taking lives without discrimination—be they the powerful, the wicked, the guilty, or the innocent.

However, his original name was Baek Hyeol-woo.

He was born between a father who wielded violence like a religion and a mother so frail she might collapse in a breeze.

On the day the child let out his first cry, the village shaman, trembling in a divine trance, spat out a single sentence as if vomiting blood.

"Something that should never have been born has come into the world. A wicked thing has begun to breathe."

Eyes that held the color of blood. Everyone who saw those pupils—redder than the sun, more vivid than raw gore—turned their backs on him.

‘The Devil's Child’. That phrase was etched into the world before his own name.

His mother was beaten to death by his father for the sole crime of giving birth to a demon, and the young boy carved the world's first tragedy into his red eyes.

From then on, his life was not that of a human.

Fists became greetings, kicks became blessings, and bruises and wounds became the sunset that signaled the end of the day.

Hands were always raised against him, and contempt poured down like breath.

Enduring, and enduring again.

He grew, and grew further.

Though born in a human body, the human world never accepted him as one of its own.

The world always claimed to fear evil, but in reality, it stood by and watched, remained silent before greater evil, and closed its eyes to the blood.

That day, he realized.

‘Evil is not judged.’ ‘Evil only kneels before a greater evil.’

And so—

*He decided to become evil himself.

More cruel than anyone. More merciless than anyone.*

By becoming the demon people feared, he would cut out every bit of evil the world ultimately ignored.

The blood-colored flower bloomed that way.

People called him a murderer, pointed at him as a monster, and recorded him as a disaster.

But he never once called himself justice.

He was a sinner who pushed himself into the deepest abyss, and an executioner who held a blade on the path to hell.

"Judgment is my burden, and the fall is mine as well."

"May you sleep in peace."

"We shall meet again in hell."