Shocking news: Wan Gohn, who is the owner of the famous pharmaceutical company and medical supplier H&C Group, was killed by his own wife in their home area.
Lin, the wife of the owner of H&C Pharmaceutical, was in the interrogation room to be asked about the case.
Lin's interrogation was going on at the police station, in a small room with dimly lit lights.
"Why did you bury six of them?" Detective Mate asked, writing something in his notebook.
"Destroy the evidence," Lin answered simply, her eyes looking blankly at the table and her face gloomy.
"But why?".
"I love him, so i save him" Lin answered, her face flat without any react.
Detective Mate just noded, "What about the others in the room?" Detective Mate asked again.
The atmosphere was quiet for a few moments, then, "I did it," Lin answered simply again with a flat look, still the same.
Detective Mate contemplated Lin's reaction: "Are you really the one who did it?, because you don't have those characteristics.
"I have killed them and my husband.".
"But you said earlier that you didn't want to lose him, so why did you kill him?".
"Because..." She bowed even more, trying to hold back tears, "I didn't want him to be like that, but he failed to cast out the devil, and I failed".
Detective Mate looked at Lin's face seriously, noded slowly without reason.
"Have you seen this video?" gave the computer to Lin. "This is the last video of Lillith before she was reported missing, three years ago.".
Lin only glanced at it, then shook her head, saying no.
Not long after, Detective Mate took out some folded papers along with some other papers.
"Do you admit it?. During your time as a reporter, you deleted all evidence of what your group found about your husband, including the secret lab and the death of Johnny Clutch. The news about Johnny three years ago was that Johnny was a bussiness fraud, and he ran away to Thailand."
Lin nodded again, without saying 'no' or denying Detective Mate's words.
Detective Mate sighed, "At least you managed to get us a huge sneer from the crowd... Congratulations, Mrs. Lin." Detective Mate nodded blankly, growling at Lin.
"So do you know about that lab? It's your husband's secret lab, and rows of people are lying in bed just for experimental samples of newly created drugs; then they'll eat that medicine and throw them away when they die.".
Detective Mate could catch a different reaction from Lin when she heard that, but she just shook her head with a sad face.
Then the interrogation continued for 30 minutes.
After the interrogation session ended, Lin was taken to the detention center for the next session.
One of the detective Mate friend entered the interrogation room after Lin was taken away, and detective Mate was still there.
"Do we have enough evidence for that? They are hot searches worldwide on the internet.". Say him while sit in table, focus at Detective Mate.
Detective Mate just nodded blankly, seemingly indifferent to his friend's conversation.
"So what about Art Creator?".
"The evidence is enough, and she has nothing to support her words, and there is no one to support her or a witness; we only hope for Lin's confession and fingerprint evidence on the items."
Detective Mate scratched his forehead, which didn't itch, and then sighed. "Just think of Lin as a savior for the public" Detective Mate said to his friend.
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*FLASHBACK BEFORE EVENTS*
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The room looked like a white room with some boring health advertisement pictures on the wall. A ceiling fan whirred above the ceiling with a nauseating medicinal smell. While his body was lying on the hospital bed, next to him was a woman who looked tired, sitting asleep with her head and folded arms covering her face on the side of his mattress. That vague look from when Gohn first opened his eyes after a three-year coma.
"Where am I? Am I in the hospital?" Gohn's muttering in a weak voice woke the 27-year-old woman from her sleep.
"Honey?... It looks like you're awake... Do you remember me?" The woman asked with a happy reaction before she ran out of the room to call the doctor.
Gohn didn't remember all that—the house, the property, the family, and the unknown woman. Gohn seemed to be a new man who had no memories.
The woman came with a grateful and happy face, along with a doctor and three nurses.
"Congratulations, Madam Lin. Your husband's condition is getting better; in a few weeks, he will be able to go home after undergoing some treatment," explained the doctor with a happy face in the presence of good news from his patient.
Gohn just wondered about everything, and the doctor mentioned that he is the husband of the woman?.
"Do you remember me, honey?" "How are you now?" Lin asked her husband after sitting next to Gohn's bed after the doctor left his hospital room.
"No, sorry, because I don't know you." Gohn's simple answer in a weak voice was enough to make Lin's face react a little disappointed. But Lin just needs to be patient and understand because she knows about her husband's condition now.
Lin held Gohn's palm with love and hope. "It's okay, honey; I know how you are right now. I just want to tell you that I'm your wife; we've been married for two years."
Lin's gentle caress on Gohn's cheek said everything about 'wife'. Although Gohn was still wondering.
After a few weeks of walking treatment in the hospital, Gohn was allowed to return home after he could walk with a cane in his hand.
The Mercedes C-Class was turned on, and Lin drove to take Gohn back to their house.
During the drive, Lin told all their stories, even though Gohn was silent. Looking at Lin without remembering anything, Lin continued the conversation until she looked like a sad woman, hoping that Gohn would remember their sweet memories.
"How am I in the hospital?" Gohn's short question and his weak, soft voice turned Lin's reaction into a serious one without conversation for a few seconds.
"Yes, dear, you had an accident because your car's brakes didn't work properly."
Gohn just nodded blankly after knowing that. Then the conversation stopped with a reaction on Lin's face, like fear or something.
"Do we not have family?... Because I didn't see them during the weeks I was in the hospital."
"You have no family; you are an only child, and your mother and father died when you were 19," Lin explained, glancing at Gohn while driving.
"How about you?" With a blank look.
"I don't have them either; you met me when I was still living in an orphanage six years ago; after that, we got closer until we fell in love, and you proposed to me in front of them all like a prince." Lin explained again while looking at Gohn with a small smile, still remembering their beautiful time back then.
"I'm so embarrassed and happy at the same time when you do that," Lin said, smiling slightly.
Gohn understood that they were a happy couple just by seeing Lin's small, smiling face. He really admits that he has a beautiful wife with a genuine little smile; her face is perfect, like an angel, and naturally graceful.
The Mediterranean-style house is visible from afar on the road, located on a hill alone, without neighbors. After entering a large fence and passing through a large garden-like land, they finally reached the front yard of their house.
"Is this our house?" Gohn asked, looking blankly at the mansion.
"Yes, honey, this is our house, and the land as far as the eye can see in front of you is your land... You bought this site a week before our wedding, and we start our new life in this house," explained Lin, looking into Gohn's eyes with longing.
"Let's go in, honey; you haven't seen this house in a long time after lying in the hospital for a long time." Lin said while gently patting Gohn's shoulder, who was still looking at the mansion through the car window, bringing her husband inside.
A large room as a living room after opening the door. Very luxurious with quality items. A wall-mounted 152-inch Panasonic TV with an expensive long sofa fills the living room. And there is an upper floor where there are six rooms and a relaxing room while looking at the living room below.
"Am I rich like this? "What is my job?" Gohn inquired as he sat on the sofa, assisted by Lin.
"It seems that you are still good at judging; you are the owner of H&C Pharmaceutical Company, and you have wealth from your mother and father," Lin explained with a small laugh.
"If I'm the owner, who takes my place while I'm not there?"
"Don't worry, dear. Mr. Than will take care of all that; he is your manager, he does a good job, and you always expect him when you are not at the company. Like now," Lin explained again.
"You need to rest, dear... Forget all that and rest until you are fully healed," Lin said before kissing Gohn on the cheek and going to the kitchen.
Wedding pictures on the wall, expensive accessories in every corner of the living room—everything was like new to Gohn. He walked slowly while looking at the corner of the house.
Opening the small dresser drawer smoothly and examining everything in the drawer, Gohn found a picture of him with a man named Johnny on the back of the picture.
"What are you looking at, dear?" Lin asked, bringing a glass of water with medicine for Gohn, looking at him with a faint look of concern.
"Who's Johnny?... In this picture?" Gohn asked, showing the picture to Lin.
"He is your close friend," Lin answered calmly after seeing that.
"Johnny? Where is he now? Does he still recognize me?"
"He's dead, a road accident." Lin answered simply, "You don't need to think about all that, dear... You should take medicine and rest."Giving medicine to Gohn.
Gohn just nodded blankly, consuming the medicine and relaxing completely on the couch. Everything is still new in his new life. Without knowing anyone or old history.
'Desire.
Killing softer souls
Then meets the eye.
Screaming,
Drowning.
Running,
Empowering,
I am all but there.
My mind flares
With ideas
That the heavens wouldn't dare
To declare.
For life, I do not bear.
Numb to a feeling,
Born too daring.
Unwilling to sober,
Utterly uncaring.
That is I,
And I shall be until the end of time.
Where I sit against a wall,
Dimmer than my mind.'
The poem didn't feel new in his mind, and the dream continued to play the poem in Gohn's sleep, as if he had read it many times.
Then the dream turns to the number 696. The dream is like a view of an old cassette with the effect of an old memory. Then a disembodied hand with a knife swiped at Gohn's eyes until he was startled, waking up from sleep.
I gasped on the bed while looking to the side and found Lin not on the bed, next to him.
Gohn stepped on the cold floor, looking for Lin outside the room. He headed to the end of the corner, which is facing the back yard.
He looked at the window for no reason until he saw someone in an all-black raincoat. The face was not visible because Gohn was looking through the upstairs window.
A mysterious, unknown person has something on the ground wrapped in black that is the size of a person. A person appeared with a hoe in his hand, as if he wanted to plant the black thing.
Then the all-black figure looked around and up until he caught a glimpse of Gohn before he hid behind the curtain.
Gohn was astonished to learn that someone was Lin. Why was she doing that at 3 a.m., and what was the point?
Gohn again raised the curtain to reveal Lin. But Lin had already vanished from that location.
And the sound of footsteps echoed in the dark silence of the living room of the house—the sound of footsteps heading for the stairs.
With a scared heart, not wanting to get caught, he immediately went back to bed as if nothing had happened, praying that nothing would happen.
The sound of Lin's footsteps was heard in front of the door of the room, coming back down after a few seconds.
It's 6:34 in the morning. Gohn woke up early with his mind still on what he saw last night, as he sat quietly on the couch, watching the TV show showing the news of the citizens' relief at the Art Creator's two-year absence. Someone or something worries people when the night comes.
"Good morning, dear~" Lin smiled warmly at him and walked down the stairs towards Gohn, spreading her arms to caress his neck from behind.
"How are you this morning?" Lin asked before kissing her husband's cheek.
Gohn chuckled, embarrassed by the situation he was in as a husband.
"I feel a bit better than yesterday, and I can go down the stairs easily. Thank you for asking", slowly looking at Lin's face before saying the words 'Honey' to her with a hesitant pronunciation.
Lin was happy to hear those words from Gohn before going to the kitchen and making an early breakfast for the two of them.
The red blood on the ground that he saw earlier before sitting on the couch made Gohn still think about what Lin did last night and what the black package was.
Breakfast is ready; they enjoy breakfast in the living room while watching TV with the same news.
"Who is the Art Creator?" Why is this news so sensational that it was broadcast for so long on TV?" Gohn asked.
"He's a killer; he kills and makes corpses look like statues with paintings on their bodies," Lin explained while glancing at Gohn. "It seems we're all relieved that the Art Creator is no longer back," Lin explained again.
They were silent for a moment; the sound of chewing and reporters on the TV screen filled their luxurious living room.
"Honey?... Did you wake up to go anywhere last night? Go to the bathroom or go to the kitchen."Lin asked, her gaze focused on something she needed to know.
Gohn just shook his head before answering no, just lying to find out more of what he needed to know from Lin.
Lin was relieved, and the suspicion began to change to a loving smile. "Alright, dear. Are you in recovery now?, because I will leave you alone for my work today if you really recover," Lin asked with concern and worry at Gohn.
"Yes, Hon.... Honey... I've recovered; you don't have to worry about me," Gohn replied casually, a sign that he really had recovered.
Then Lin cleaned up the rest of the breakfast and everything for breakfast, leaving Gohn in the living room.
At 3 o'clock in the morning, like last night, Gohn woke up from sleep and saw that Lin was not in bed. Just like yesterday, Lin, in a black raincoat, was digging a big hole and planting something big wrapped in black plastic. He is not sure what is behind that, but what is certain in his mind is that Lin is very mysterious and scary all night.
The morning has dawned where the clock shows 9 a.m., and Gohn is left alone in the big house like yesterday. It's the right time to find all the mysteries behind every mysterious night. He checked the store at the back of the house, close to the ground, only seeing tools and old, unsuspicious items. With a slow step in the backyard, he walked on the small grass while looking around the quiet backyard area and found a strange grass among the others.
A strong sense of curiosity helped, and finally Gohn found a small secret door like a window with a number-code-type hole under the fake grass.
Gohn went back into the house to find the password to the strange lock, searching everywhere in the house with limited speed. Entering a room that looked like an office, he scattered everything on the table, opened the drawer, and there was a black notebook that didn't fit in the drawer.
Gohn opened it, read it, and found incomprehensible writing filling the secret pages of the black note. And there is a circle around the number 696 on a different page. Gohn was very sure that it was the password to the lock.
"Honey, what happened to your office?" Lin's voice had surprised Gohn; Lin had come home from work.
"My office? Is this my office?" he wondered while looking around the room and the black notebook in his hand.
"Why is this notebook in my office?" Gohn thought; his brain was still in the mind of the question. Until the notebook was confiscated by Lin.
"Why are you holding this notebook!?" Lin asked with a firm voice, looking at Gohn, who was still in a questioning mood.
Waiting and waiting, but with no answer from Gohn's mouth, Lin firmly took Gohn out of the room and told Gohn to rest because Lin thought Gohn still hadn't recovered.
Gohn just followed, his arm hugged tightly by Lin as he briefly glanced towards the room. His mind was still in that room until his intuition told him that he needed to enter that room again.
Because Lin had come home earlier than expected, the opportunity to open the secret underground room was delayed.
The next night, strange thoughts about the situation kept Gohn awake at night, deliberately closing his eyes only to watch Lin's behavior at 3 a.m. But that night Lin didn't do any activities, sleeping soundly next to him. Beyond normal thought, Gohn thought again while lying down; Lin didn't do that activity.
With a silent step, Gohn got up slowly, away from the bed, to go to the room that he said was his own office.
Entering the office, Gohn checked some of the drawers on his own desk and found that one of the drawers was locked.
Gohn looked for the keys around the table, but expectations were not on his side until he searched outside the room, opening several drawers in the small closet in the living room.
Gohn opened one of the drawers and found some medicine from the hospital that he was supposed to take.
Another sign of suspicion played in his mind: the medicine given by Lin was not the same as the medicine given by the hospital.
Gohn looked into their upper room and inquired, "What happened? "What medication have I been taking all this time?" As Lin's suspicions rose, Gohn devised a strategy to keep quiet about what he already knew so as not to raise Lin's suspicions of him.
The fourth morning had started as usual.
Lin brought medicine and a glass of mineral water, as usual. Gohn just pretended to swallow the medicine and spit it out whenever the moment was convenient. Gohn wouldn't take the medicine anymore because he felt something suspicious behind Lin.
Again, the search continued when he was alone, looking for the key to the drawer in various places but still not finding it.
Gohn made the final decision to pick up the hammer at the store.
Break the lock on the drawer.
Finally, the drawer opened successfully.
Inside, there is nothing but a small pendrive, which looks very important.
Suspiciously curious, Gohn looked at the contents of the pendive on the computer.
In a 5-minute video, someone is filming in a bad, abandoned place with several people lying on the bed, neatly arranged; their faces are like patients suffering from skin disease, very sick and sad, and some of them are lying weakly, asking someone for help who is recording it.
"What has he done to them?" The woman muttered, her voice holding back sadness, as she continued to record.
And the video ends after the sound of some footsteps is faintly heard, and a man's voice is chatting about important things, and the voice is just like him.
Bloody knives dance with screams of terror, pounding heartbeats, words with pleads for life and freedom, and passionate laughter with sobs. The recollection was like an old cassette tape, with old brown stains constantly clogging his head. Gohn's head ached from a recollection he had no idea where it came from, but it seemed familiar to him; it was familiar and familiar, causing him to pass out from a persistent headache.
When the blurred vision begins to clear, the mind is still confused, dizzy, and dark. Gohn regained consciousness; the clock showed midnight. He was surprised because he had spent the whole day just passing out.
Seeing Lin still sleeping next to him, Gohn's thoughts were to open the hole under the grass before 3 o'clock, which was when Lin did her activities.
Without wasting time, Gohn headed to the place with a cylinder flashlight in hand, determined to open the mysterious small door.
The number '696' was the correct answer to the riddle. Gohn managed to open the door and stepped inside with a surprised reaction.
Inside the room was another door; it looked like a frozen storage door like a refrigerator, but again, it had a code.
Gohn attempted to push '696' to no effect. He kept thinking about the code, pressing everything he remembered from the dream, but to no avail. Until Gohn was exhausted, he attempted his last chance without thinking too much about it: press the number '278', which means 'ART'.
However, he was startled to discover that the code was correct.
"Why Art?" Gohn muttered in his mind as he opened the door.
A cold, cold wind greeted Gohn when he opened the door, like refrigerator. Behind the cold of the place with dim lights and rows of tables with surgical instruments, Gohn found many rows of corpses lying there with bodies shining like candles, abstract paintings filling their bodies.
Suddenly, an old memory like an old cassette played again. Gohn had a headache and groaned softly until he kneeled down, holding the top of his head.
The view in the cold room was like a flashback to the past. As he groaned, the memory became more familiar and integrated into his brain. Bloody knives dance with screams of fear, pounding heartbeats, words with pleas for life, pleas for freedom, and passionate laughter with cries.
Finally, Gohn got his memory back, remembering how he killed his mother with just a fork when he was 19 years old. Johnny, a close friend who shared his joys and sorrows, died only because of a secret in Gohn's illegal drug research laboratory.
A young woman, she is an office worker in his company, a silent death just because of recording secrets in the secret lab and patients lying in vain just for new drug trials.
Heaving a sigh of relief after the pain went away, he stood up and adjusted his position.
"It's good to see everyone. Sorry for the lengthy wait." Gohn said to the body, a smirk on the devil's lips as his memory returned to its natural state.
Slowly walking a step, fingers walking, groping their bodies as smooth as statues, "Sorry, Miss. Lillith, you are too brave; sometimes the truth is not that quick." Gohn muttered after being satisfied with Lillith's corpse lying naked like a statue with abstract paintings all over her body.
Heading to Lillith's side, that is Johnny. "Hello, my friend, do you miss me? It's nice to see you after three years.".
Taking a deep breath as if he had come back to life, Gohn smiled as he saw all the corpses were beautiful, with paintings filling them.
After that, Gohn counted the number of corpses: "So now there are only nine here, so six more Lin has buried them in the ground?" Gohn took a breath, holding back his anger at Lin. "Wives are useless! She's thrown them away a lot!" Gohn muttered to himself while holding back his anger.
"Should I start a mess tonight?, just to increase my number of Mannequins?" A devilish smile was etched on Gohn's lips when he remembered the last time he was with Lin. "Or is Lin enough?."
At 7 a.m., Lin woke up, found that Gohn was no longer in bed, just smiling, and stepped on the cold floor to go to the living room.
The cheerful Lin in the early morning turns to worry and fear when the TV shows the news of the death of a teenage girl, meaning that the art creator has returned. And Gohn turned his head to the side to glance at Lin, standing behind the couch, pale, scared, and worried.
"Good morning, did you sleep well, honey?" Gohn's speech was unhesitating and casual; the smile only brought back Lin's memories of the past two years.
Lin just froze; her face was stiff, her whole body was cold like the wind of death was coming, her legs didn't want to move, and she couldn't say a word with trembling eyes.
"Why do you look pale? Do you remember that time again?" Gohn asked with a small laugh, still looking at Lin meaningfully. "Don't worry... It's not fun enjoying you so quickly; you've done me a favor," Gohn said again after turning his head to focus on the TV.
"How did you get your memory back?" Lin asked with a clearly shaken voice.
"Oh, so I guessed right; the medicine is to erase my past memory." Gohn got up from his seat, walking towards Lin.
Lin withdrew back with shaky legs, a racing heart, and a chilly sweat, hoping to find something to shield herself despite the fact that there was nothing nearby. "What you want to do? ..."
"Relax, dear, why are you afraid of your husband? Aren't I a loving person??"Gohn said in a playful tone, continuing to approach Lin, his steps relaxed as if mocking Lin's fear, even as Lin retreated slowly.
"Yes, you're right; aren't you a loving husband? ... So why do you do that to others? You love children so much; why do you kill them?" Lin responded, her voice trembling and her heart racing faster. The chilly soles on the frigid floor began to lighten as Gohn approached, and the cold wind indicated death for Lin.
"Ahhh, I really like children; you're right." Gohn's footsteps stopped there. "Because their brains follow me easily," Gohn said. He opened one of the drawers next to him and took out the bottle of medicine that Lin gave.
"I'm sorry I've thrown away this medicine; I'm not fit to take it. You know what I mean, don't you?" Gohn smiled, the tip of his lips carving an aura of evil and death.
Lin was afraid of the cold, early morning tense. Lin raced to find a secure place in the backyard, but Gohn had closed the door. He panicked, unable to conceive of a quick route to safety. The sound of her footsteps on the higher floor, her heart racing as if she weren't breathing enough, hoping that her husband's memory would vanish from hell.
Gohn just smiled when he saw Lin running into the room. "Honey, you've chosen the wrong path!" Gohn laughed, the knife still bleeding, the fresh flesh of the teenage girl still stuck in every carved curve of the knife. Footsteps began to move slowly; the game of hide and seek was a fun game for Gohn. The knife tapped slowly into the wall, leaving a trail of blood residue on the wall.
Gohn went upstairs, checking every fun room. "Honey~ where are you? Not changing places is the wrong choice for you... That's not how to play hide and seek."The echo of Gohn's voice filled the hallway upstairs.
While Lin was in one of the rooms, in the closet, the skin was torn slowly, like wet, thin paper, or the incredible pain when the knife dipped into the open flesh. Lin's thoughts were only imagining the sadism happening to her.
Closing her mouth and breathing anxiously as she heard the cut of the tip of the knife on the outer wall, Gohn's playful voice only brought a feeling of horror that pierced her spine. Her breathing was irregular, her breathing was fast with her heart beating fast, and her weak legs just wanted to pass out but were still strong enough to face Gohn.
Lin was confused about whether it was love or fear; at the same time, she still loved Gohn despite being afraid.
The sound of the doorknob being turned and footsteps could be heard in the quiet room, along with the sound of knife cuts on the wall. "Lin, are you in this room?" Gohn's voice echoed in the silence of the room as footsteps filled the room.
Lin grew restless when she saw Gohn carrying a scary, bloody knife.
The flesh was tugged till it shattered, and blood splattered all over the room. Lin's mind only imagined that till her body shivered, cold spread throughout her frail body, and she kept her mouth tight until she had an opportunity to escape.
Gohn left the room, and the door closed neatly.
Lin slowly stepped on the cold floor, slowly opened the door, and looked around the outside of the room—only a quiet corridor without any sound of footsteps or voice.
Slowly exit the room, walking slowly down the stairs.
Suddenly, an arm from behind wrapped tightly around Lin's neck.
Lin panicked; her body was yanked back violently; she fought back; her hands and legs attempted to defend themselves, but they were ineffective.
Needles were felt entering the skin of her neck, weakening her body and blurring her vision. Lin passed out after receiving one injection of Lorazepam in her neck.
After passed for long time, Lin woke up and tried to move, but it was useless; she was completely tied to the chair in the cold secret room, where the corpse was kept.
Looking around, some surgical instruments on the table were too far from her; there was only something sharp near the floor.
She had to lie on the floor with the chair, struggling to pick up something with her hand tied to the chair.
After successfully releasing herself from the rope, she took a knife for her own protection and heard the sound of the door opening.
Gohn entered the room and found that Lin had slipped from the chair.
Lin pointed the knife at Gohn firmly, her heart beating fast, hesitating on her next move.
"Great! ...." Gohn clapped his hands playfully. "So.... you want to kill me with that knife? I don't think you can do it.".
"I can do it! I'll kill you like them!" Lin insisted, her hands still shaking.
Gohn took a step while telling her to do it.
But Lin still hesitated because he still loved Gohn and was not sure about the action.
Gohn caught the hand quickly, locking Lin's movement. "I know you can't do it; your heart is weak!".
Gohn grabbed the knife even though he didn't have time to kill Lin.
Lin struggled to break free from Gohn's attack, trying to go towards the door but failing.
One deep stab in Lin's back, and Lin fell to the floor, screaming in pain and crawling against the wall.
"Boring! You are weak! "Unlike Lillith..." Gohn murmured angrily as he approached Lin, who was leaning against the wall.
"Why did you kill Lillith!? Why did you kill an innocent like Lillith?" Lin said in a weak voice, panting and sweating profusely from the pain.
"Because she tried to be brave, she went into my secret place and took a video without permission," Gohn replied, staring blankly at Lin and combing her front hair with his fingers.
"I love you, but your eyes have seen it all; you saw me kill Lillith, so can I trust you?" Gohn said it with a blank smile on his lips.
"Please dont kill me; I still want to live with you." Lin begged in a shaky voice, taking a brief breath and allowing tears to fall.
"I love you, too. I still recall our wonderful times together." Gohn's hand strangled her. "But you are not beautiful without eyes because I hate them both!" Gohn choked harder, relishing.
Lin struggled, her hand holding his arm tightly.
Gohn smiled even more as he saw Lin's face struggle to breathe, tears slowly streaming from the corners of his eyes, panting, and his respiration shortening. Lin's voice was muffled as her body strained to free itself.
"See me in heaven." The last words filled Lin's ears.
Out of the blue. Blood rushing out of the neck, Gohn was shocked, his face contorted, and his fingers slowly loosening in sudden pain.
Lin poked Gohn's neck with a scalpel knife that was close to them.
Gohn moved away with a weak movement, his face as if he couldn't believe it.
Lin covered her mouth while crying, shaking her head with a gloomy, sad face. "Please!, stop it! I'm begging!" She screamed and knelt down, continuing to cry afterwards.
Gohn's face was pale because he lost a lot of blood, even though he so mad, still pulled out the knife stuck in his neck, trying to kill her.
Lin just cried, despairing, hoping that her husband would stop all that.
But Gohn, who was already weak, just fell to his knees, his body falling on Lin's body, until Lin was lying with Gohn's body on top of her.
Gohn finally died from losing a lot of blood.
"I'm sorry.... I'm sorry honey...." She cuddling Gohn's body with sadly tears, and guilt.
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*FLASHBACK END*
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Lin has received a life sentence for murder, destroying evidence, aiding a serial killer, and being an unhelpful witness to Lillith's death.
She sat on the cold floor, dark and alone, humming with a wistful smile the song she once sang with Gohn while looking at the moonlight shining behind the small window, raising her palms towards the moonlight.
Sweet recollections of Gohn comforting her when she was down and accompanying her when she was terrified, alone, and unhappy. Even though it was a simple celebration, Gohn's happy chuckle brought back all of the lovely memories.
Lin looked at the moon shining outside the window with a sad smile.
"Hello dear, how are you doing there? I was called a hero by people for killing you even though it wasn't my will... Should I be happy?" Tears slowly began to flow from her eyes. "I have saved a thousand lives, but I have lost a thousand hearts; should I be happy?"
"They are very self-important.".
Lin looked at the rope that formed a circular circle and hung neatly from the ceiling.
Lin smiled and said, "Let's meet there.".
