Doctor Demon

"When did you figure out that she was a Seer?" Jina demanded.

"I had a hunch that she was like you after you revealed your powers to me," Hobin confessed. "The thing is that Taehee never let me read her memories. I never got to see what she suffered or the things she saw. Taehee used to look for her mother everywhere because she was close to her. I thought that Taehee was depressed. You see, she said that she was waiting for her mother to come back but she never explained her powers to me."

Now that he thought about it, whenever Hobin tried to hold her hand she would always make an excuse. She would either move away or leave as if she was avoiding his touch. Taehee was not phobic to people's touches but she particularly avoided him.

Did a spirit warn her about his powers?

"After I found out about your powers, I went back to the case files," he stated. "I read and re-read Taehee's statement. She clearly said that her mother came back to warn her."

"But that's not all," Jina said. "She said something more, didn't she?"

Hobin nodded. "She did and those are not in the records."

Jina crossed her arms. "Tell me everything."

…

*Six Years Ago*

"I don't know why you're wasting your time, doctor," the policeman was saying. "She's a nutcase and a psycho!"

The policeman was in his forties with a thick, heavy accent and a red moustache. His ginger hair was covered with a police cap and he was pot bellied. The cop turned to the young man who was barely in his late teens. He studied the auburn haired foreigner who looked more like a fashion model than a doctor.

Yet, this boy was the youngest psychiatrist in the country and also a great asset to the UK police force. Doctor Ohm Hobin was known for his expertise in the psychology of criminals and helped the cops catch many culprits with nearly 99% accuracy. The only reason he failed the rest 1% was due to his insistence that Wang Taehee was innocent.

"I want to hear what she has to say," Hobin said curtly. He was in no mood to talk to the cops. No matter what he said or did, they would not believe his claim that Taehee was innocent. They were blinded by their obsession to frame her as the criminal, something which made Hobin's blood boil.

"Very well," the cop said. "This way."

He stood up from his desk and led Hobin towards the jail cells which were located in the building across his tiny office. They walked through the long hallway which was lined with cells. A few of the women locked inside were ogling at the handsome lad who passed by.

"Look at that hawtie!" One woman gasped.

"Wanna play, kid?" Another woman winked at him. "I'm very bendy."

"He's a high school student!" Another one claimed. "Wanna let this naughty teacher teach you?"

Hobin did not pause but followed the cop towards the end of the corridor. There was a small meeting room located at the spot which was heavily guarded by several guards. Hobin was made to sit on a chair. Opposite to him was another chair Taehee would be sitting on.

One of the guards checked Hobin for any possible weapon or sharp object. His phone, shoes, watch and jacket were taken away to prevent him from delivering anything to the prisoner.

"Bring her in!" The ginger haired cop ordered the guards. Hobin waited until he heard the clanking of chains and soon, a dark haired woman in her late twenties entered the room. Her pale skin was sullen and dull with several freckles on it. She had grown thinner in prison, her uniform barely even fitting her anymore.

The guards led the chained up prisoner to the empty chair. Taehee was shaking in fear as she sat down. She did not dare to face Hobin but he wanted answers. The guards chained her to the chair and left the room to

"Taehee," he began. "I'm going to try for another appeal. Don't worry! I'll get you out of here."

Taehee flashed him a sad smile. "Thank you Doctor Ohm, but I think you've already done enough," she said. "Besides, it's good if I die. I can go to the Afterlife with my mother."

She glanced to her side as if she was seeing something Hobin could not but the latter did not notice her gaze.

"Look," he said. "You're innocent. I know it! You didn't do anything. The cops are only trying to frame you-"

"Doctor Ohm, I dug up the bodies and also stole the artefacts," she confessed. "I really did. But I didn't kill anyone!"

"I know," Hobin pressed. "Which is why you must tell me what really happened!"

"It's not a human killing them," she revealed. "It's a demon! That thing is possessing the bodies of their deceased relatives and playing with their emotions. The different things I stole and burnt are the objects which tied the demon to the world. But I can't seem to destroy it! So I had it exorcised when it was trying to possess another body. There was a shaman who helped me in trapping the demon but he ran away with the bottle where I trapped the demon!"

Hobin had enough of her nonsense. Demons? What was she talking about?

"Taehee, I can't save you if you're going to spin delusional tales!" Hobin snapped. "Just tell me the truth so that I can save you!"

Taehee was in a dilemma. A cold wind passed by her and she heard a whisper in her ear. She was still refusing to speak, which frustrated Hobin.

"Look, I can't let you die!" He exclaimed. "You're my patient and I know that you're going through a lot of depression! If you only agree to the appeal and sign the papers-"

"I'm tired, doctor," she sniffed. Her eyes were teary and she was breaking down.. "I'm tired."