This wasn’t supposed to happen, it wasn’t supposed to end up with a dead friend but somehow with her heart pounding inside her ears, the blood splattered on the walls, and the then beautiful woman wearing red now with curled horns and red eyes, her perfect pointy teeth showing while she cackles maniacally, chanting “I would claim your soul, and I will painfully rip it out of your body.”

Mina woke with a start to her flatmate knocking on her door, her bleary eyes trying to focus on the sunlight that was filtering through her room, wiping her cold sweat away from her forehead and shaking off the weird dream for the nth time.

Her body ached, like someone had thrown her across the room and into a wall several times.

“Minari! We’re going to be late for the case!” she hears her friend knock and shout incessantly.

Mina hurried to get dressed, she noticed two new bruises on her thighs which is of course means nothing to her now ever since she was sworn in two years ago as an officer for the homicide division of the national police force, due to the usual take downs, shooting, almost stabbing, and almost almost kidnap and bombing.

With her increasing case assignments, Mina has been basically desensitized to blood, gore, violence, heck even fear itself.

It is until then that this case started making her rethink of the word fear.