“No,” Tomoya answered.“They mean destruction. Anything or anyone with these marks are bound to be destroyed. He also made a deal with the girl you were talking about earlier,” he didn’t say the name as it would trigger Takumi.“Chances are, he’s either cursed, given that he’s marked, a spiritualist, or a seer. They are the only ones capable of performing deals, trades… and such.”“A seer?” Kathleen echoed when she remembered something. It’s vague, but she’s sure it wasn’t just a part of her distorted memory. “Right! Before I passed out, Christian said something about a seer—a seer who seeks death... from personal gain?”Her statement sounded like a question, but her eyes travelled to Theresa who stood quiet beside Tomoya in front of her, near Christian’s shoulder. Kathleen saw her throat moved up and down as though she’s been suspected.“A seer,” she muttered as her brows met.“Theresa… you’re a seer, right?”“Ah—yeah. W-Why else would I be here?”“That’s the only reason she’s here,”
“What’s wrong?” Tomoya asked as soon as he closed the door behind him. Takumi didn’t answer right away.He side-eyed the door knob and back forward. “Nothing’s logical about her actions,” he placed a finger across his lips, thinking.“Nothing’s logical about everything,” Tomoya corrected. He placed the grimoire back in the bag."You know what I mean. I’m talking about Theresa. She seems perplexed about what’s happening.”“Oh… uh… you noticed?” Tomoya looked from side to side, obviously hinting Takumi.“What are you, two, up to?” His forehead creased.Tomoya exhaled. He’s not sure if Takumi didn’t really have the idea or he’s just acting clueless to spare himself the awkward situation. The man is emotionally unavailable—literally.“Oh, c’mon! It’s written all over her face, nii-san. Use your MDs.”“None of them are for mind-reading,” Takumi walked before Tomoya could react and it only took two steps for him to chase after his first six ones. Soon enough, he’s already walking alongside h
Kaiser casted himself towards the vague illumination of the single tubular light bulb. Faint figures stirred across it, catching their defined forms as he came closer.“Where’s Mr. Hunt?” He asked to one of the three men, clothed in white garment. They stood in front of an underground dungeon as it may be… as it should be.“Well, well, well…” the man grinned and removed his gray cap, revealing a face of a middle-aged man; shallow crow’s feet forming on the corners of his droopy hooded eyes.“It’s been a while, Kaiser. What have we got this time? Can we cross the other realm now?”“Soon,” Kaiser’s voice remained low. He didn’t have any problem engaging a conversation with them; however, he’s in a hurry."He’s in his lair,” one of the men joked. Heaving a deep breath, Kaiser nodded and stepped into what he always believes to be one of the gates of hell. It’s dingy and the air feels dry despite having liquids randomly dripping from the clammy ceiling.Slowly, he started hearing screams mi
“Look,” he took a small step away from the railings. “Just spare the women and the children. They could never contribute from whatever you, guys, are planning. Don’t you feel bad about them?” He turned to look at the individuals behind him, cowering in fear in the corners of the thronged cell. Most of them are, indeed, children and women in various races. Kaiser held his head down. “It’s not for me decide,” he talked between breaths. “Besides, the moment Mr. Hunt finds out that Diego escaped, do you think he's not gonna take anyone’s life? Most likely, he’ll take those who have no use to him.” Jay teetered all of the sudden, staggering backwards. How did he notice? Diego is the least noticeable person among them. Ever since Jay entered the place, he’s never seen him get out; he’s never been tortured the entire time he’s there either. “Don’t stress yourself too much, I met him outside. He tried killing Kathleen. I assume you know her. She’s one of the supervisors of the company you’
“You know the reason why I keep him around.”Kaiser watched the man’s broad shoulders, contract, as he shrugs to his white long sleeves, pulling it up.He couldn’t say anything; he knows their deal. Mr. Hunt finally turned to face him who’s standing near the entrance, both hands fixed behind his back, showing respect to his master—hiding the burns.Mr. Hunt hauled himself up out of the bottom of his antique Morris chair, which seemed to be hauling back as well.“Everyone I talked to today mentioned the scandal my son did and I’ve seen it on TV. Did you actually think I won’t find out about it?” Mr. Hunt’s tonality sounded calm. Truly, it’s utterly normal—looks normal; however, it’s the exact contrary. He’s inarticulately incensed.“My apologies, master,” Kaiser held his eyes down. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix this from here. Please just let Scott take his time to heal.”“Hmm,” Mr. Hunt scoffed. As he clads, he made himself comfortable in his chair, considering Kaiser’s posture to make himsel
The air outside the window of the hospital room is getting warm and unstirring as the sun slowly crept up the darkened heights, making Kathleen feel a little bit uneasy. The air conditioner is clearly working; however, she could feel sweat misting her forehead. She turned to look at Theresa, still sleeping on the couch. Nothing’s happening, she thought. Now her eyes flew back to Christian. Her heart is beating so fast; the tips of her fingers are tingling—she doesn’t have any idea why; nonetheless, she feels as though something bad is going to happen again. Whatever it is, she had already packed herself a couple of punches.“It’s too early for you to be looking like that.”Kathleen had to look back at Theresa who pushed herself up with one hand. “Looking like what?”“Looking so helpless.” “We wouldn’t be so helpless if you could start helping us with the visions,” Kathleen had to say it and swiftly took a note of Theresa’s sudden change of expressions. “Hmm…” her eyes squinted. “I
"How'd you know about all these?" Kathleen mustered all her will to finally land an intriguing question against the man whom she doubts to be a real doctor. "It's all over the internet. Why? Do you actually think all of you can hide it? Samantha's disappearance has become the top one topic to almost social media platforms," doctor Kim shrugged. "That's not what I'm asking, doctor Kim, or whoever you are! For all I know, you might be one of the demons." "Wow," doctor Kim placed a hand in the air, seemingly teasing. "That's clearly a baseless accusation, miss. I just happen to be one of those cursed ones who have weak bindings. I came here, expecting to meet with Takumi, but I guess he's not anymore." "He knows Takumi, too," Kathleen mentally mumbled. "Relax, I'm not gonna cause you any trouble," doctor Kim suddenly shifted to a reassuring voice. "As a matter of fact, if you need any help tonight, I can lend you a hand." "W-What in the actual fuck are you talking about?" Do
In the dim, flickering light of the hospital's corridor, Takumi paced back and forth, his breath coming in tagged gasps. Shadows danced on the walls, twisting into distorted shapes that seemed to be mocking his terror. "First it's Zach, and now him," he hissed between words. He didn't understand how to react. For the first time, Kathleen had saw him so troubled that he had to leave before doctor amim could say anything. Right there, she knew the doctor will bring changes into the things that will happen prior to Theresa's visions. Takumi looked at her who laid unconscious on the emergency hospital bed. Beside her is another doctor discussing the happenings to Tomoya who acted as Theresa's boyfriend for the purpose of confidentiality. Only a few are treated inside and the silence is bothering him even more. Takumi was visibly uncomfortable to where he stood. He wanted to go back in Christian's room, but his emotions overpowered him. Quite ironic for someone who had sold his h