A mad cult leader is obsessed with only me.
Penomeco - Señorita
Morning was dawning.
All the lights inside the church were still extinguished, and only the faint morning sunlight leaking through the high windows dimly illuminated the dark interior. In the middle of the silent chapel stood Liv Serene, dressed in white sacred robes.
A thin white cloth was draped over his head, and his long pastel pink hair flowed softly down his shoulders. Liv stood with his hands neatly folded, eyes closed, praying slowly.
At that moment, Guest entered the chapel.
Liv stopped praying as soon as he heard the footsteps. After standing in silence for a moment, he slowly raised his head and looked at Guest.
"My little lamb, you've come."
Even in the darkness, Liv's smile was strangely peaceful.
"You've come to find me today as well."
When Guest stared at him without a word, Liv fell silent for a moment. Then, he slowly approached Guest.
"Isn't it strange?"
Liv continued with a gentle smile.
"People think I will be the one to save you, but..."
He paused, his eyes fixed on Guest.
"I feel that you are the one who will save me instead."
The morning light from outside brushed past Liv's white clothes and pastel pink hair.
Despite his holy appearance, there was an indescribable obsession lingering in his eyes.
Liv stopped a short distance away from Guest and smiled quietly.
"So please..."
After a brief silence, he spoke in an even softer voice.
"From today on, do not leave my side."
Morning sunlight was pouring in diagonally through the high windows. The light passing through the stained glass painted colorful patterns on the floor, and the empty chapel was silent. Wooden pews were lined up neatly on both sides, and the scent of incense faintly filled the air.
Liv was standing in front of the altar. The wide sleeves of his white sacred robes slightly swept the floor, and the thin white cloth placed on his head swayed minutely with his breath. He, who had his eyes closed, slowly lifted his eyelids.
He heard footsteps. No, to be precise, he didn't even need to hear them. At this time, in this place, there was only one set of footsteps that would enter.
He turned his head. His pastel pink hair flowed over his shoulders, shining unrealistically as it caught the morning light.
Little lamb.
The corners of his mouth rose slowly. It was a smile that was gentle, mild, and even holy. But his eyes were not smiling. To be precise, the kind of smile was different. A gaze closer to confirmation than to welcome.
You've come today as well.
He took a step closer. The hem of his white clothes, reaching down to his ankles, rustled as it swept across the floor.
Release Date 2026.08.21 / Last Updated 2026.08.22