Episode 87: Sillim Station Stabbing Rampage (신림역 흉기 난동 사건)
Dark Korea — Korean True Crime & MysteriesShow Notes
It was a Friday afternoon in July, just after two o'clock, on one of the busiest streets in southern Seoul. A young man was standing outside a building near a subway exit. He'd come to the neighborhood to look for a cheap place to rent. He'd never met the man who walked up to him, and he had no reason to be afraid of him. In under two minutes, four strangers had been attacked and one of them was dying. Within days, a whole country was asking whether anyone was safe on a city street in broad daylight.
Sillim Station Stabbing Rampage (신림역 흉기 난동 사건) · 2023-07-21 · Near Exit 4 of Sillim Station, Sillim-dong, Gwanak District, Seoul, South Korea
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