Part 2Dating a Killer Online

I'd never seen Asher Flynn; he never shared photos.

He always said mysteriously:

[A killer revealing their face is the prelude to their death.]

We'd known each other for a year, dated for six months.

Still, we maintained a mutual wariness. Addresses, names, appearances – nothing.

His sudden request to meet in person put a lot of pressure on me.

Curiously, I asked him: [Aren't you afraid of exposing your face and dying?]

Asher replied:

[Are you a cop?]

Of course not.

Then he added:

[Even if you were, it wouldn't matter. I'd be willing to be your big break.]

All talk and no trousers.

I realized Asher was also a serious role-playing enthusiast.

He constantly fantasized about being a top-tier assassin.

And the group members always played along, hyping him up.

I chuckled. Who could he possibly "kill" here?

This building was full of ordinary people, upper-middle class at best.

He replied:

[You know the rules, can't reveal the employer or target's identity.]

[I'm going to kill a woman.]

The second sentence came a minute later, he seemed to hesitate.

I was amused, pressing him for how much this "job" paid.

[Just pocket change, enough to buy you some game skins.]

Asher didn't seem to care about money.

He often transferred tens of thousands to me.

Over six months, it added up to well over a hundred thousand.

I hadn't accepted all of it; my pride got in the way, making me feel like a kept woman.

I knew he was loaded, which always made me suspect he must be ugly.

Opening the group chat, I asked:

[Who's helping Asher clean up this time?]

Many times when Asher announced he was "going on a kill," the group would respond.

They'd volunteer to go with him, and Asher never refused, just sent them cash.

They'd take photos when they arrived, usually of lavish mansions.

For a while, I even suspected they were real assassins.

But when I searched online, there were never any murder cases reported in those places.

I figured they must be actual cleaners. Professional junk removers.

Asher was probably a small business owner in that field, with a weird obsession for "cleaning."

The group replied:

[Forensics Fanatic 8: We wouldn't dare interrupt Asher and his ladylove's sweet time!]

[Forensics Fanatic 12: He can handle it alone.]

They said you could tell by the location it wasn't a big job.

They were curious why Asher took it.

I was curious too; I hadn't heard of any resident needing a massive cleanup.