Doctor Demon

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Jina and Hobin were at the lab with Kyuhyun who was explaining the details of the crime in his deadpan tone. Three days had passed and they were still scraping for clues around the hills but the killer did not leave behind anything except for the sperm splatters.

Given the brutality of the crime, they were being pressured by Taejoon to solve it at once. Thankfully, it did not take Kyuhyun long to dissect the bodies and prepare the autopsy.

"The symbol was made from the woman's blood," he stated. "She was a type A and had delicate skin, causing her to hemorrhage sooner than expected during the torture. Her uterus has been damaged by the knife and her death was a slow one. Once the knife was thrust in, the knife only stabbed her deeper with every blow. She bled out for almost four hours before dying. The knife is probably twelve inches long and is a thick butcher's knife-"

"So you're saying that the man was instantly killed and the woman was slowly tortured?" Jina asked. "But he also cut off the guy's...private area."

"With the same knife," Kyuhyun stated.

"He had intense hatred for the woman and yet, he raped her without a condom…" Hobin remarked.

"Does that make a difference?" Jina frowned.

"It does when the feelings aren't of hate," he said. "If he was hellbent on killing the couple by tormenting them, he wouldn't leave behind his traces. He can be identified by the DNA from his sperm. Nah. This wasn't a crime of hate. This was a crime of love…"

The bodies lay in front of them. Hobin wore gloves and studied the wound around the woman's lady parts. He pointed at it and began to explain.

"By leaving behind his sperm, the killer is giving a message to the world," he said. "That this...this woman and her body belongs to him. No one else can have her. He marked her as his and this is his way of claiming his property."

"Property?" Jina asked, feeling disgusted by the word but Kyuhyun piped up.

"It is not unusual in Alpha males to think of some women as their property or belonging," he parroted. "Common in rape cases. People with history of abuse and torture leave marks on their victims or 'properties'."

"Exactly," Hobin agreed. "He was also angry."

"By anger, you mean that he was angry at them and wanted to kill them?" Jina questioned him.

"No," he said. "He was angry at her. Look at the brutality of the crime. The man was shot instantly and then his testicles were cut out but she suffered the most anger. And why did he kill the man first? This was all his punishment for the woman. It's like...he was angry at her for being with someone else and not with the killer. She was intimate with another man, had a child with him. The killer was jealous and angry. So he killed her husband in front of her and then tortured her for hours in front of her son before killing her off. And then he tried to kill the boy but failed because he was almost discovered."

The details only made Jina feel sick. Who would do that? What a monster!

"This is all theory for now," Hobin went on. "But if the girl has any exes or stalkers, it's most likely them."

"I hope we can catch the culprit soon," she muttered. Chanmi and Woohee were looking into the victims' families. The aunt had refused to let the kid testify and they had questioned her for hours about her own relationship with her brother and sister-in-law. Turned out that they had a cordial relationship and the family itself did not have any enemies. Moreover, the sister was out of town that day for a job exam so she was off the hook.

"Let's see what happens," Hobin said. "But I'm sure that the killer is someone who had his eyes on this woman for a long time. Question is, why her?"

"Only he can tell us that," Jina said. They stared at the bodies, still lost about who did this. Kyuhyun stepped forward and pulled the blankets on the bodies, covering them up for the last time.

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Baekha awoke with a start. She was not sure why but she felt as if someone was in her room. She glanced around but there was no one.

It was still dark outside. The clock read 3 AM but now that she was awake, she no longer felt sleepy. She shivered a little. It was supposed to be a warm night but her room was unusually cold. The AC was switched off because she hated sleeping in a cool temperature. The window was also locked so she had no idea where the cold air was coming from.

Her throat felt parched so she leaned over to pour herself some water but the jug was empty.

"Ugh!" she scowled. "Now I'll have to go to the main mansion for this!"

Baekha lived at the outhouse in a small one-storeyed room. She did not get along with her parents and as soon as she turned thirteen, she moved there. Her parents did not care about her but the servants checked up on her from time to time, sending her food, water and other supplies whenever they could. Her father gave her a stipend for her monthly use but she secretly used it to fund her training. It was her manager Jango who paid for all the expensive stuff she needed for her idol career.

She got off the bed and headed outside, walking towards the main mansion which was only a few meters away from her room. Taking out the keys from her pocket, she unlocked the door and entered it. Passing through the hallway, she entered the dining room to pour some water for herself in a glass.

Suddenly, a cold air swept by her and she was startled.

What the hell? She thought. Her ears perked up and she thought that she heard whispers from somewhere. Did someone break into the house?

Baekha quickly looked around and found a vase nearby. Emptying it, she raised it with her hands and followed the strange whispers. It seemed to be coming from upstairs.

She slowly climbed the stairs and silently crept through the corridor which led to her older brother's room. Baekha stopped and pressed her ear to the door.

"Mine…" she heard. Huh? What was that?

Gulping hard, she slowly opened the door to the dreaded place.

It was arranged exactly how her brother had kept it when he was alive. There were large posters of himself hung on the wall. A king sized bed was located in the center and a giant glass window covered one part of the wall. The walk-in closet still had his clothes along with his shoes and cosmetics. A connecting room led to a mini fireplace where there was an Italian couch set, neatly arranged around a coffee table. Everything in the room screamed of her brother, which sickened Baekha to no end.

Anyone who entered the room would think that it was being occupied by one person. There was no sign of the other person who had once lived there.

Baekha checked the room but there was no one else in there. She lowered the vase and was about to leave when she heard it again.

"...Mine...Jisoo...mine…"

Jisoo?

She snapped her neck around. The temperature in the room had fallen to dangerous levels and she was shivering hard. But the windows were closed and the AC was also not working. Then where the hell was this cold air coming from?

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Baekha's mother was standing at the entrance, looking furious.

"Mom, I-"

But Ciara did not listen for an explanation. She stepped forward and slapped Baekha hard. Baekha was not surprised by her mother's reaction. After all, she had dared to step into her darling son's room.

"Get the fuck out of here, you bitch!" she yelled at her daughter. "Only if I had aborted you in my womb! You ungrateful brat! How dare you come here?"

Bakeha took a deep breath and glared coldly at her 'mother'.

"It's my house," she pointed out. "Now that your darling son is dead, I believe I am the heir to your property. It's legally mine. So why shouldn't I come?"

She despised entering the mansion but she wanted to taunt her mother with those words.

"Get out!" Ciara shrieked. Bakeha did not linger and simply stormed off. On her way, she slammed the vase on the floor, breaking it. She did not care if the entire house woke up. Let Ciara handle the mess.

Once Baekha was gone, Ciara turned fearfully to her son's posters on the walls.

"Forgive me, my son!" she begged. "I won't let her enter here again! I really won't!"

In response, a cold air furiously swept by, scaring her.

"I understand," she gulped. "I-I'll find Jisoo! She'll be back and give birth to your son! I promise."

Ciara waited for a reaction but there was none. It seemed that she managed to placate him for now.

Curse that Jisoo! She inwardly lamented. If only she hadn't left my son, this wouldn't have happened! Where the fuck is that bitch?