20 JUDGMENT
A wide grin arches on Yejoon's lips.
"You like me too much, don't you?" He sneered.
Teasing the therapist who put herself at risk to protect him.
"I- I...???" She felt agitated.
Her cheeks blush from the ghost's abrupt question. The entity smiles at Soojin and endures the smash on his body from the wooden rod grasps by the killer. Her eyes widen as blood flows down from the back of Yejoon's skull to his forehead.
The therapist trembles wiping the blood away with her finger.
"Don't you feel pain???" She asked.
!!!BANG!!!
The deafening sound of the gun reverberates through the small air-conditioned space. Everyone in the room quickly turns their faces to the man holding a gun standing near the open door.
"DON'T MOVE OR I WILL SHOOT YOU!!!" Detective Sungmin yelled.
Aiming his weapon at the man clutching a standard baton for security personnel.
The attacker gradually drops his weapon and lifts both of his hands above his shoulders.
"Detective Sungmin!!! I'm glad you found us," Soojin exclaimed.
Discovering the investigator coming to rescue them gives her a sense of relief.
The entity stands up, offering his hand to help the therapist get up from the floor. But before the woman could reach his hand, the supervisor grabs the therapist by the collar and wraps his arm below her head. He quickly steps back, pointing a small knife at Soojin's neck.
"STEP CLOSER OR I WILL KILL THIS WOMAN!!!" Supervisor Mok shouted.
His uncontrollable anger made his lips quiver and spits saliva from his mouth.
"IF YOU DON'T LET HER GO I WILL SHOOT YOU!!!" Detective Sungmin yelled.
He attempts to persuade the suspect to release the therapist from being captive.
"HOW ABOUT YOU LET ME ESCAPE AND I WILL LET GO OF THIS WOMAN???" Supervisor Mok replied with a shout.
He tightens his arms around the therapist's neck and hides his broad body behind the woman.
"You won't escape from here!!! We know you killed Yejoon!!!" Soojin's angrily threatened the man imprisoning her in his arms.
She moves around from the tight hold and pushes the man away from her body using her elbow.
"Then, I will take you to the grave with me!!!" Supervisor Mok furiously answered.
A wounding pain stops her from struggling and makes her wince. Realizing the murderer slowly inserted the small knife into her neck.
"Arghhhhh..." Soojin cried in pain.
The tip of the blade passes through her skin and into her soft flesh. Her blood gradually drops to her collar bone and shirt.
"LET HER GO. I'm the one you want to kill, right???" The ghost coldly petitioned with a clear voice.
He didn't anticipate the killer's plan to take the therapist hostage. Turning his face to the investigator with a gun, he nods his head, and the detective steps back to the door to leave them.
The investigator left the room expecting what will happen next. The ghost has the power to kill the suspect in an instant but having the therapist with him puts Ms. Han in danger. He wants to be certain that the ghost will safeguard the woman from the wrath that will occur but with the dire situation, he needs to trust the Ghost again to do the right thing and protect someone from himself. Then, he will take care of the rest after the ghost takes his revenge.
Inside the room, The supervisor stops setting the knife deeper into the woman's neck when he sees the investigator leave the room and close the door behind him.
"Soojin, close your eyes," The entity ordered.
He stared directly at the therapist and repeated his words.
"Close your eyes and don't open them until I call your name," He demanded the woman to follow him.
The therapist heeds the ghost's direction and shuts her eyes. Locking them tightly and patiently waits for the moment she can unfold them again.
"DON'T COME CLOSER OR I'LL CONTINUE SLASHING HER NECK!!!" Supervisor Mok yelled.
Lee Yejoon's eyes change into a glowing red-like fire. His face distorts into an ensemble of his nose, lips, and eyes. Whirling around into a vacuum of void space in the middle of his face. What's left was skin, pale and undistinguished. The cursed mirage reveals his true self to the man he has to kill.
With his broad eyes, the supervisor watches the ghastly transformation. Fearing that a demon brought the nurse back to life to avenge his death. The supervisor clutches the therapist's body closer to shield himself from his revenge.
The woman slowly turns her head, in a 180-degree motion to face her captor. Her twisted throat makes it difficult for her to convey her message to the killer.
"H-He… w-will kill…y-you… l-like… y-you killed him," The therapist roughly murmurs.
Immediately, Supervisor Mok let go of the therapist's body. Stepping back and falling on his buttocks while gaping at the woman with a twisted neck.
Supervisor Mok shrugs his head.
"N-No… N-No… N-N-No no no no no…"
The intense fear stutters his words.
"H-He… H-He d-deserves it! He deserves to die!!!"
The woman horrendously answers.
"N-No… Y-You were too blinded by your pride. Your wife needed affection and she found it from someone else. Someone young. Someone beautiful. She wanted you to see it. She wanted you to feel ignored. Like how she felt for many years of being married to you."
The suspect widens his eyes from the revelation of the truth.
"I AM THE ONLY MAN MY WIFE LOVES!!!"
The woman continues to bring forth the truth.
"He used your pride. He used your weakness."
An image from the wall suddenly hovers behind the man, with a baton in his hand, he swings his arms high and shouts.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!"
Lee Yejoon smashes the baton on Mok Chulmoo's head before he can turn his face and catch a glimpse of the attacker. The supervisor falls on the ground with a heavy thud on the floor.
The ghost arches his lips devilishly glaring with his crimson eyes like a never-ending fire of hell at the man who stole his life. His soul may burn in hell but it's all worth it delivering the man to his death.
He smashes the unconscious man with a baton on the back, on the leg, on the arm, and yells.
"You fucker!!!"
Before hitting the head again.
The entity watches as the soul of Lee Yejoon takes over his body and sends Supervisor Mok to his grave while he holds the therapist to his arm, healing the wound on her neck.
