(This is a bit different, that's why it's really short.)
The sasaeng stared at the news in a dark, isolated room, where sunshine occasionally crept in. She licked her blood red lips and glared at the bright light of the screen of her computer as her eyes scanned the headline intensely.
'BTS Jungkook Caught Being Very Close To Blackpink's Lisa'
A small, evil smirk formed on her lips, and she licked her fingers. "Is that so?" Her voice was innocent, silky, angelic, a voice that you would not expect would come from a person who has attempted murder on many idols.
She stood up, pushing her brown hair back and walked to a separate room on the other side of her base. She slipped into a rusted metal door and went inside. It was dark. She couldn't see anything. Her right hand found a light switch on the greying wall, and he turned the light on.
Instantly, she was greeted by pictures pinned to many targets on the wall, each were a picture of well-known idols, some were rookies and trainees. A closet full of darts sat beside it, and a shelf full of shiny, non-stained knives on the other side. Two guns were also there just in case along with a batch of poisoned arrows.
Large boxes were filled with black masks and clothing for spying, a pair of binoculars shoved in.
A board was placed on the wall filled with her papers of 'missions' or rather murder cases. Some were written with red ink, dried blood from her unlucky victims. It either said fail when she didn't succeed, or success when she had her victory of killing. Then, lastly, she turned to a glass case.
It was filled with the most dangerous poisons and substances for killing, some she had created herself and had already used. A psychotic grin appeared on her face, and she hummed creepily before grabbing a dart from the closet. She then went a few meters back, until she leaned against the door, lifted her dart and aimed for a certain picture. A blonde Thai girl, smiling with her unnies, as they held hands.
The sasaeng closed one of her eyes and threw the dart right at the center of the picture, at her neck. She smirked proudly as the picture tore due to the force, and she whispered,
"You're next, Lalisa Manoban."