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PART ONE - THE MEETING
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My twisted knife
My sleepless night
My win-less fight
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Wooyoung prided himself on being a professional. He always kept a firm distance between the patient and himself. Their problems didn’t become his, and he ignored any advances outside the office. It was even more important now that he occasionally assisted his colleagues in the forensic department. When he first studied psychology, he was fascinated by psychopathy and the lack of empathy those individuals had. During his master's thesis, he delved even deeper into the topic. Due to his expertise, his colleagues sometimes asked him to evaluate their cases based on files, mostly. Thus far, he hadn’t met a criminal or accused in the flesh, but that would change.
As every morning, Wooyoung carried an enormous bottle filled with coffee toward his office. The previous night, nightmares had plagued him and today he dealt with some of his more complicated clients, so more coffee it had to be. With his glasses low perched on his nose, the half-full bottle of coffee next to him, he sat in his office chair when the director’s secretary barged into his office. He almost knocked over his precious bottle and sent the busy secretary a playful death glare. Seonghwa didn’t seem too embarrassed and only offered Wooyoung a beautiful smile as he placed a file on his desk.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you, Dr. Jung, but we have a new patient and the director wants you to take over the case. The prosecutor keeps bothering him to get this over with, but as you know, we are a little under-staffed right now.”
Wooyoung sighed, his gaze flickering to the thick file on top of his other files. Mountains upon mountains of patients that needed his attention, but he could hardly deny an order from the director.
“I’m not a forensic psychologist. Is the director sure he wants me to take over this case? Doesn’t Dr. Choi have time for this?”
“Dr. Choi’s schedule is full. There’s no way he can take this case as well. I tried to talk with the director already because I know this is not your department, but he insists that you take this case because of your expertise. He trusts you with this.” Seonghwa tilted his head a little and offered an apologetic smile.
Wooyoung slumped in his chair and mumbled: “Fine. I’ll look right into it, but I will have to delay the session with the patient until tomorrow. The group sessions take up all my time today.”
“Very well, Dr. Jung. I’ll let the director know you will take care of the case.”
Wooyoung just nodded as he massaged the bridge of his nose where his glasses had left indents in the skin. Seonghwa paced out of the office, busy as always. Sometimes Wooyoung missed when Yeosang still worked at the hospital. He used to be the second secretary of the director but recently had taken the offer of a new job. At the new clinic, they paid him more, and he worked less. Yeosang only deserved the best in Wooyoung’s opinion because he had gone through so much shit in his life. Other people would have ended up in the streets, but not his best friend. Through sheer determination, Yeosang had worked through his issues.
Still, Wooyoung couldn’t help but be a little envious. After all, he was still stuck working in this hellhole, but these days it was hard to find steady employment, even with a degree. So he stayed. His salary paid the bills and allowed him to rent a nice apartment. Hopefully, his boss would raise his salary for covering another patient, especially one that doesn’t fit into Wooyoung’s work department.
Wooyoung took a large sip from his coffee, ice cubes clinking against his teeth as he grabbed for the patient’s file. Usually, he ignored most parts of a pre-existing file to get to know the patient without prejudice, but it turned out to just be a case file. Nothing about the patient he was going to talk to. He opened the file and a collective of gruesome pictures greeted him. A middle-aged couple with slit throats, blood spatter on the wall, and more pictures of a crime scene. Luckily, Wooyoung had skipped his breakfast. Of course, he had seen worse in horror and slasher movies, but those were fake. These pictures showed an actual crime scene with victims. People who actually died. They had been alive once, worked their jobs, done their chores, and sat in front of the TV in the evening. Just like he did every day. An icy shiver ran down his spine. Tomorrow, he would have to face the person who had caused this wreckage. He had to act professionally around them, which was going to be hard with the photograph of his bloodied victims burned into Wooyoung’s mind.
These photographs would certainly haunt his nightmares for the next few weeks. Still, he tried to study them as neutrally as possible. Even though he wasn’t a forensic psychologist, he noticed certain patterns. The cuts on the victims’ throats were precise, yet deep enough to almost decapitate them. Controlled, yet filled with a deep rage. They also showed the killer had been aware of his act. This wasn’t just a frenzied murder. Wooyoung inspected the pictures despite his troubled stomach. The victims also suffered from more shallow cuts on their hands, thighs, and lower abdomen. Places that caused the most pain without being fatal to the victim. The killer had ensured his victims suffered before he finally slit their throats. Sour bile rose at the back of Wooyoung’s throat. He had helped in a lot of criminal cases, but never of this severity. It was unbelievable someone could hurt another human being with such calculated brutality.
Wooyoung read the autopsy report after a small coffee break. Usually, he would be eating lunch with Jongho and some other colleagues, but he doubted he would ever be hungry again. Also, he couldn’t tear himself away from the case. Despite the brutality, he was fascinated. It was a classical case of cold-blooded sadistic murder, and in one way or another, bloodshed fascinated every human being. No one could ever deny that.
The autopsy report revealed that the victims had been tortured before their deaths. Not only by the small stab wounds Wooyoung had seen in the photos. Long whip slashes decorated their backs. They had been inflicted at least two hours before death. How long had the killer stayed at their place? Why had no one noticed?
Goosebumps covered Wooyoung’s skin as he closed the file. His stomach started to cramp and the urge to throw up sat at the back of his throat. This case reminded him why he hadn’t chosen to become a full-time forensic psychologist. No matter how fascinated or interested he was in the topic, he couldn’t do this every day for the rest of his working life. His alarm rang loudly, causing him to shoot up from his seat. A drop of cold sweat ran down his back as he placed his hand over his frantically beating heart. It was time for another group session and he couldn’t be late. Some patients reacted rather badly to delays, and he really didn’t want to deal with their outbursts today.
During the remainder of the day, his mind continued to wander back to the case file, to the murdered couple and the killer whom he would have to face tomorrow. For the first time in his career, he considered drinking alcohol during work.
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Wooyoung had barely slept last night. The bloody photography kept flashing behind his eyelids. The file lay on his office desk, but he hadn’t looked at it again. He avoided it like the plague and kept fleeing from his office to look after other patients. The nurses noticed his sudden attentiveness with a raised eyebrow but didn’t say anything. In a few hours, he would have to face the human who had caused those horrendous pictures to exist. There was no existing patient file, only the case notes from the detectives and prosecution. Honestly, Wooyoung had skipped the interrogation transcripts as he wanted to get to know the patient without too much prejudice. The photos had already soured the first impression. Maybe the killer was severely mentally ill and Wooyoung judged him as a brutal sadist before knowing him at all. So he ignored the rest of the file and bothered his favorite colleague, Jongho, who was also a forensic psychologist.
“How do you deal with this every damn day?” Wooyoung asked in a whiny tone. Jongho didn’t seem remotely surprised by his outburst and didn’t even look up from his files.
“Professionalism and compartmentalization,” Jongho answered in a flat tone which nearly drove Wooyoung up the wall. That was the most useless advice he had ever been given.
“Seriously? That’s your answer? I’ve never dealt with a criminal before. Maybe you could at least give me a pep talk.”
“I’m not good at those. Call Yeosang.”
“No, it would only end in a disaster. Yeosang would probably make me want to quit my job,” said Wooyoung, trying to imagine Yeosang giving him a pep talk about facing a killer. By God, he would probably make up the most horrendous scenario, scaring both of them in the end. No, he would definitely not call Yeosang.
“How do you usually deal with a patient?” Jongho asked after he turned away from his files to face Wooyoung. Finally, the younger one gave Wooyoung some proper attention. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and pouted as he thought.
“I want to help them, find a way for them to get better so they can enjoy their life again. But I can’t help that person. They’re just-“
“A murderer. I know, but if he’s here, then there has to be a reason. Either his team wants to play the insanity card or he is suffering from something severe. There is no previous record of him, right? So you don’t know which condition he might have. Just try to stay as neutral as possible. Look at him like he’s one of your normal patients. It’ll be hard the first two times, but after that, you’ll face him without wanting to jump out of your own skin.”
“That was the longest I’ve ever heard you talk.”
“Shut up.” Jongho stared at him with a dark expression, but Wooyoung felt lighter. Joking around always helped him to relax, and Jongho may not look like it, but he could be hilarious now, and then. Sometimes even intentionally. The sound of Wooyoung’s alarm burst their friendly bubble and the nervousness returned. It was time for Wooyoung to face his first murderer. He took a deep breath, relaxed his shoulders, and left for his appointment.
They had booked a special room for the session, which was only used by the forensic department of the clinic. Wooyoung had never been in that room, but aside from two security guards, nothing seemed that different. Blank light grey walls, a worn linoleum floor, and a wooden table with two chairs. One was occupied by the patient and only then did he notice that both the table and chair were fastened to the ground. When Wooyoung looked at the patient, he had to hide his shock. For some reason, he expected a big brute of a man or a cold-hearted business guy, not a young man his age.
His dark hair fell into his big brown eyes that glittered even in the artificial lighting. A soft smile adorned his bitten lips and made him seem rather endearing. Nothing about this young man screamed killer, which was probably what had lured the family into a trap. Or Wooyoung faced an innocent man. He settled down in the empty chair, the patient’s eyes never leaving him. Everything about Jeong Yunho seemed perfect, like you could trust him with anything, but there was something about his eyes. Beneath the reflection of the lights lay a coldness. Those dark orbs didn’t betray any emotion. A shiver ran up Wooyoung’s spine, but he ignored it and offered his new patient a professional smile.
He was here to assess Yunho and provide his analysis to the court. Wooyoung opened his notebook, pen sitting comfortably in his dominant hand as he faced the young patient. Yunho looked like a guy who majored in a technical job or something with data analysis. Maybe Wooyoung should have read up more on his patient.
“Good morning Mr. Jeong. I’m Dr. Jung and here to assess you for a-“
“I know what you’re here for, Doktor!” Yunho interrupted in a smooth voice. Once again, the charm of the young man took Wooyoung by surprise. His voice was like velvet, soothing and dangerously enticing. Surely everybody believed him anything, but Wooyoung was trained to see right through such deception. Still, a nagging little voice at the back of his mind told him this was exactly the type he took home after a long night at the club. Yunho was his type, but that didn’t matter. He was a professional!
“Then let’s not waste any time and get straight to the point. Let’s talk about the Yoon family, shall we? How well did you know them?”
“Huh, no questions about my age or what do you see in this picture?” Yunho asked with an amused smile. Still charming, but Wooyoung noticed the sarcastic tinge. Yunho was mocking him. Wooyoung was certain this would be his worst patient of all time. Usually, they never got under his skin this quickly, but he already felt the prickling irritation rise in his throat.
“Just answer the question, Mr. Jeong.”
“Formal, are we? Well, to answer your question, I didn’t know them.”
“So you were in their neighborhood by accident?”
“Didn’t the police already ask all these questions? I thought you were a psychologist, but you don’t seem prepared. You should’ve seen your face when you saw me. Didn’t think that I would be around your age, right? Next time, you should read the entire file. Just a personal suggestion.”
Wooyoung gritted his teeth as heat spread on his cheeks. No patient had ever dared to call him out like this. Yunho was an eloquent patient who twisted his words to make Wooyoung insecure. All to gain the upper hand in the conversation. To him, this wasn’t just a simple interview, but a battle of wills.
“I tend to ignore an already existing file about my patients, so I can get to know them personally and with a neutral opinion. I don’t want to be biased and judge them based on other people’s observations,” Wooyoung explained in a professional tone. Yunho only smiled at that.
The patient bent forward, placing his hands on the table, and Wooyoung noticed the manacles that secured Yunho’s hands to the table. He didn’t know whether this made him feel safe or not. It was a false sense of security because Yunho’s words were just as dangerous as his hands. Yunho stared at him, his dark eyes piercing through the doctor as he said in a blunt tone: “Didn’t you come here with a bias, anyway? You expected someone older. Someone who looks like a killer, not a face you might find at a bar and flirt with. You already had an opinion about me, and sadly, I don’t suit your expectations, right?”
Honestly, Wooyoung hadn’t expected this turn in the conversation. More heat gathered in his cheeks and he twisted in his seat, trying to get more distance between them. Yunho had analyzed him in mere seconds, just like a psychologist might do. Wooyoung was certain he had kept his face neutral, but he had never been able to hide his emotions from his eyes. Yunho must have seen them widen when Wooyoung first entered the room. It was time to turn the conversation around. Wooyoung would let him think he won this round. He had underestimated this patient immensely.
“So you’d rather start with the traditional questions than get straight to the point?”
“You have never done this before, huh? Don’t you need to know my tragic backstory to explain such a horrible crime?” Yunho asked with sarcasm staining his words. He almost sounded better. Wooyoung noted this for later. Despite this, Yunho seemed to have fun. He loved to see Wooyoung flounder and get flustered.
“You seem to like to answer a question with a question,” Wooyoung said while he pretended to write something down. Yunho raised an eyebrow as if he knew Wooyoung was playing with him.
“Good observation, Doctor. But yes, I would like to start with the traditional questions, but I would like it even better if you treated me like one of your usual patients. Makes everything easier, right?”
“Sure. Ever thought of becoming a lawyer since you like to twist the conversation the way you need it to be?” Wooyoung couldn’t help the snippy tone from entering his voice. It made Yunho chuckle and Wooyoung’s stomach twisted.
“Considered it for some time, but I became a preschool teacher instead. Plus, the law doesn’t seem to like me too much, right?” Yunho laughed. Wooyoung caught his shocked reaction this time. A preschool teacher? This man dealt with children daily. Poor kids. Worse, though, was his general amusement at this entire situation. He laughed at the chains locking him to the table, at Wooyoung trying to analyze him, and at the prosecutor trying to get him behind bars. It made Wooyoung’s blood boil, but he kept his neutral mask. He would make sure this bastard got what he deserved.
“Then let’s start with your childhood-“
“Read my file,” Yunho smiled. By this point, this constant smile unnerved Wooyoung, and he wanted to punch it off the patient’s face. Maybe it was even worth the trouble.
“Mr. Jeong, I’m trying to get to know you through your own words. Not those of someone else.”
“Too bad because I won’t say a thing before you’ve read it, handsome.” Yunho had the nerve to wink at Wooyoung. This guy needed a good beating. Wooyoung took a breath before he retaliated.
“Well, then I have to write that you’re uncooperative in my report. That won’t look very good in court.” Impatience laced his words, and he hated it. No patient had ever gotten under his skin this quickly.
“Should I be scared?”
“If you want your freedom back.” Wooyoung shrugged like a petulant child.
“I don’t worry about my freedom, Doctor. I worry about my other inmates. You’ve seen the pictures, right? I want to recreate them in prison.”
“So you intend to get into a mental institution instead?”
Yunho shrugged with that arrogant smile permanently etched onto his lips.
“Better beds, better food, and solitary because I’m such a danger to everyone else.”
Wooyoung could picture Yunho in a lonely cell. Only surrounded by books and his own manic writing. Maybe he would write a manifesto like the uni bomber. With this type of patient, anything was possible. Still, Wooyoung wouldn’t decide Yunho’s fate in one session. No matter what the prosecution wanted. Yunho’s legal team insisted on a thorough assessment.
Wooyoung closed his notebook as the session neared its end, which he was thankful for. A throbbing pain had set in behind his left eye and he desperately wanted to throw something against a wall. Yunho’s shoulders tensed briefly before he switched back to his calm seat.
“Sadly, Mr Jeong, I don’t believe a word you’re saying.”
The tension in the room thickened further. Wooyoung had never witnessed such a challenging patient who got under his skin within minutes. That stupid smile would haunt Wooyoung’s nightmares.
“You better not, Doctor.”
Wooyoung’s irritation flared to the point where he was about to explode if it wasn’t for the security guards in the corner. Plus, he was still at work. He still needed to be a professional, no matter how annoying the patient was.
“I recommend being more cooperative in our next session,” Wooyoung said curtly, his professionalism crumbling fast.
“And I recommend reading my file. Very interesting and informative,” Yunho suggested, still smiling.
“We’ll see about that, Mr. Jeong.”
“Why don’t we drop the formalities?” Yunho leaned forward again. His tone was conversational. It almost sounded like he was trying to make a new friend, which may usually work. But Wooyoung was his psychologist, not some fellow at the bar.
“That would be unprofessional.”
“Just call me Yunho next time, Doktor.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Jeong.”
Wooyoung stood up and wanted to leave the room when he felt icy fingers encircle his wrist. The hold wasn’t firm, just a soft touch, but it made Wooyoung stop in his tracks. The guards stepped closer with their hands on their tasers but didn’t dare step in just yet. They watched the scene unfold. Yunho leaned even further forward, too close to be considered casual. He easily moved into Wooyoung’s personal space with that ever-irritating smile on his bitten lips. Wooyoung was frozen in place as Yunho’s cold eyes kept him in place. His skin felt feverish against the patient’s colder skin. Goosebumps covered his body when Yunho whispered: “See you soon, Wooyoung.”
Hearing his name come from the patient’s lips forced Wooyoung out of his trance. He ripped his hand away and left the room as quickly as possible. Hopefully, he still seemed calm and collected despite the blood rushing in his ears. Outside, he leaned against the door and caught his breath. His heart rattled in his ribcage, painfully thumbing against the bones. How did Yunho know his first name? It wasn’t on his name tag and patients had no access to the internet. He doubted inmates used it, either. It was such a simple fact about Wooyoung. Just his first name, but then none of his patients knew it. Yunho had thrown it casually into the room. He won this round. With this last word, Yunho had gotten the upper hand and Wooyoung didn’t like that at all. Especially that it made him feel special.
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Wooyoung would never admit out loud that this session had caused him to get wasted at a bar the same evening. The next day at work, he dealt with a headache and grumbling stomach, but he made it to the weekend without further incidents. Usually, he was calm and collected after a session, but facing a person like Yunho left its mark on anyone. No matter how professional you think you are. At least Jongho had tried to cheer him up.
“After my first murder case, I sat down and downed an entire bottle of whiskey at home.”
Wooyoung forgot about Yunho during the weekend. During the first days of the week, he spent his time analyzing patient cases, guiding group sessions, and meeting friends. Anything to avoid thinking about Yunho and his file that mocked Wooyoung from his desk. It was unprofessional not to read the file because Yunho wouldn’t tell him anything. But on the other hand, reading the file would give Yunho a win.
Instead of looking at the file, Wooyoung used other techniques and researched Yunho’s name. The internet and social media might be a curse in disguise but also a blessing. Finding Yunho’s profiles was easy enough. He had a handsome face and a charming personality, so naturally, people flocked to his pages. Nothing gave away that Yunho was a cold-blooded murderer. Pictures with his friends, family, and pets covered his Instagram page. Occasionally, he posted a selfie or showed a day at his work. He hadn’t lied about his occupation. Yunho was a preschool teacher who received several parents from the children he watched over.
Wooyoung browsed through Yunho’s profiles for hours, almost obsessively. Nothing suggested Yunho’s true personality or intentions. The happy pictures of the preschoolers and laughing friends didn’t scream killer. At first glance, Yunho was like any other man his age. However, a lot of posts underlined Yunho’s high intellect. He had won several debate competitions which explained his skill at twisting words. He graduated with honors from a prestigious university. Of course, his parents owned a billion-dollar company, so the bastard grew up privileged. Maybe he just killed because he was bored. After all, he could buy anything he ever wanted and go anywhere. Despite that, he had killed this couple. He had tortured them for hours before finally slitting their throats and leaving a young boy as an orphan.
Yunho’s like seemed too perfect for Wooyoung’s liking. It only increased his curiosity, and he kept glancing at the file next to him. He rubbed his eyes behind his glasses. After hours of staring at a blue screen, they burned like hell. It was time for him to leave the office and get some much-needed sleep. After all, he had a session with Yunho tomorrow. He needed to be awake and alert for this meeting, as Yunho used every glimpse of weakness to his advantage. Once again, he ignored the case file and left it at work. There had to be a way to make Yunho talk without reading that damn file.
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Wooyoung might seem ready and alert, but he definitely wasn’t ready for his session with Yunho. Jongho reassured him that communication with the killer would become easier. Still, he wanted to jump out of his own skin and for once, all the coffee only made it worse instead of better. His hands trembled from all the adrenaline and his heart beat erratically in his chest. He took a deep breath, hopefully calming his nervous system before he entered the room. He could picture Yunho sitting there with his smug smirk, ready to bombard him with questions and confuse him. Wooyoung wanted to run away, force Jongho to take over the case, and never associate with the forensic department again. Yet, he was intrigued by Yunho, almost a little attracted, which made him worry about his mental health.
The security guards stood at their designated spot when he entered the room. Yunho sat in the chair, manacled hands on display as he twirled his thumbs like a bored schoolboy. Aside from the handcuffs, he looked like any other person. Perhaps a little prettier than most, but nothing indicated his murderous side.
Wooyoung sat down in his chair without saying a word. No greeting, nothing. His strategy for today was silence until Yunho broke. Sure, the patient was competitive, but he also couldn’t keep his mouth shut when he got the chance. Wooyoung opened his notebook, pen in his dominant hand, before he directed his eyes at Yunho. The patient’s hair was tousled, not perfectly combed like last time, and his bright grin was missing. A slight smile played around his lips, but not the full-on overconfident smirk from the previous session. He looked as if he hadn’t slept properly in some time. Served him right as Wooyoung had nightmares thanks to this case. They sat in silence, just staring at each other as time crawled by. After a few minutes, Wooyoung’s skin began to itch with the urge to run away. Staring at Yunho was like keeping eye contact with a predator. Yet, he couldn’t give up this easily.
Even the guards shuffled in their spots, eyeing the situation with curiosity. They spent the entire sixty minutes of the session in silence, battling each other with their eyes. Wooyoung had expected Yunho to crack during the session. Most narcissists liked to talk about themselves and some killers loved to brag about their murders, but Yunho wasn’t. He preferred to play with Wooyoung.
Once their time was up, Wooyoung closed his notebook and left the room without looking back. This was probably the scariest hour in his entire life. Sweat drenched his back and armpits as he walked away on wobbly legs. This was going to haunt his dreams. From the corner of his eyes, he had caught Yunho’s smirk widening, which Wooyoung didn’t like at all. It was almost as if Yunho had won. He had expected a lot of things, but not for Yunho to mimic his silence. Wooyoung wanted to smash his head into the wall. He ruffled his dark hair, which had gotten a little too long. His mother would complain about it on his next visit. All he wanted was some alcohol, but there was only more shitty cafeteria coffee to hold him over for the rest of the day.
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They spent the next two sessions in the same procedure. Wooyoung and Yunho faced each other, keeping eye contact as an eerie silence surrounded them. Wooyoung had already pushed his deadline, but neither the director nor the prosecutor would allow him to postpone it even more. Still, he wouldn’t give in this easily. He still ignored the file on his desk, which supposedly held all the answers. They could go on like this for the next few months, but the case was going to court soon, and the prosecutor stressed the director who stressed Wooyoung. He had told his boss to let someone else take over the case, but the director insisted they had no other psychologist available. So eventually, he would have to read that damn file if Yunho didn’t start talking. Every time he entered that room, Yunho knew he was running out of time and started to get desperate. Each session, his smile turned a little wider and Wooyoung grew more grey hair. Wooyoung would lose against Yunho whether he read the file or not.
“You need to read the file and do your job, Wooyoung,” Jongho answered when Wooyoung cornered him for some advice. Jongho even had the nerve to roll his eyes, but he just didn’t know who Wooyoung was facing. Yunho was the devil in disguise.
“That’s the problem, man. He told me to read the file, otherwise he wouldn’t talk. If I do it now, it’ll change the entire dynamic. With a person like Yunho, it’s important to stay in control.”
Jongho frowned at that, probably thinking that Wooyoung was going crazy.
“First of all, we are never in control. Second, let him think he has the control. You’re still a free man and he isn’t. The more time passes without results, the more trouble you’ll get with our boss. Hongjoong is a patient man, but even he loses his temper when the prosecution won’t stop bothering him. Just read the damn file.”
“You’re really talkative lately,” Wooyoung said with a little laugh, which earned him a frown from Jongho.
“It’s Yeosang’s fault.”
“Sure,” Wooyoung grinned.
Back in his office, he finally faced the dreaded file. He had a few hours before his next session with Yunho, and he needed to get the patient to talk. He was on his fifth coffee already. His body buzzed with energy and jittery nerves. Wooyoung groaned as he couldn’t believe that he was giving in. What a waste of time. He settled down in his chair and opened the file. Once again, the gruesome pictures greeted him first, but he had already studied them, so he pushed them away. He read through the autopsy report again which, underlined Yunho’s precise, organized, yet sadistic process.
On the next page, a profile of Yunho awaited him. He read it attentively, trying not to miss anything. Yet, he had learned more from Yunho’s social media profiles than this. No previous records, straight A’s, supposedly happy family life, and popular with everyone. There was no mention of a long-term partner, but at their age, it wasn’t completely uncommon. At a glance, nothing seemed to be wrong with Yunho. Maybe he was a little too perfect on paper. But those cold, bored eyes gave him away. They haunted Wooyoung’s dreams in a good and bad way.
He read the police interview where Yunho kept his silence just like he did with Wooyoung. Thus far, only a few pieces of physical evidence linked him to the case. He had indirectly confessed to Wooyoung by claiming he wanted to recreate the crime scene in prison. Thanks to the physical evidence, he would still get time, but not for long. That’s why they needed Wooyoung’s assessment. To ensure Yunho never saw the light of day again.
The file had provided him with some new information but nothing of interest to Wooyoung’s profile of Yunho. No struggles in the past, a seemingly perfect childhood, and a bright future. He needed Yunho to talk because he had a suspicion. In this session, the games stopped and he would get Yunho to talk. Wooyoung was fed up with playing when his cards never were good to begin with. He would show them, and either he would lose or Yunho had been bluffing the whole time.