Now, there he stood alone in the monotonous room with bare walls. The silence chirps like crickets in the soggy grass of the big field in the habitat. The air peeked through the open door, shadows shading the corners of the wall, and fell over the floor.

He stayed like that for another three minutes, expecting to hear a voice and once footsteps and snarl and came a giant monster to eat him whole; clawed paws and cursed bear-eyes, and perhaps, greet his death unsurprised. Three minutes passed and nothing happened.

He finally settled on a plan of wandering the poky cramped office. He turned around and saw the documents piled in a heap on top of the table. Dr. Park walked to it and picked it up, and read them one by one. They are document information about the patients in the hospital. He then concluded that the office might be occupied by a psychologist from the past.

He turned the page, there was gold; he turned the next page, there were marbles; he turned another page, and there was a black butterfly. Dr. Park reads the visible syllable left on the dusty paper—when suddenly—he came to a familiar name.

"Min Yoongi," he whispered, eyes moving marginally from letter to letter. He moved his finger vaguely, there in the bottom right corner, scrawled in red ink in a foreign language: ‘Diabolum invocamus. Filium satanae, iniquum et injustum. qui in corpore haedi. Veniet et nobis.’

He squints his eyes, face turned into a wrinkle of confusion as he reads the text aloud. "Diabolum invocamus. Filium satanae, iniquum et injustum—" The lights flicker, and the thick voice echoed down the hallway. There was a shrill titter that came unknowingly from the distance. The temperature inside the room rose and he broke in excessive perspiration as if someone pure a gas and lit a match on the ground he was stepping in.

"Qui in corpore haedi." His voice becomes stronger and louder, raspy and choked vehemently. His breathing was rough and his lips trembling. "Veniet et nobis." As the time he finished reading it, there was a crackle of wires, the burning lights guttered, flinching wobbly across his face, and the bulbs exploded into a splintered glass, and the whole building was plunged into darkness.

Silence. There was a deep silence, and only his heavy breaths he could hear. The paper was still in his hands, holding it precariously. He listened through the silence, steadying his breathing. His heart thundered in his chest and the room grew cold as though he was standing naked in front of the refrigerator.

He thought he saw a figure out of his peripheral vision run past him. It was as fast as the light, as dark as coal. It splints like a Cheetah and gone into the wall. He knew he shouldn't be going now and following the person, (if it was a person) as there were only two certainties that could happen. He could find the person and stay alive, or he could be laying on the ground in the pound of his own blood. But Dr. Park is not a coward, he will go on and on even if the path leads to his grave just to see the root of the curiousness that grew within himself.

So here he is, musing at the misty hallway he thinks the person went. He took a deep breath in before he moved his feet forward, slowly and immutably. Prowling as though in search of prey. Eyes onward, unwavering and firm. His feet continue to drag him towards the ceaseless straight line, and the inability to stop continues to guide him to his destination. His shadow dogged after his step.

He stopped in the middle of the hallway, looking left to right, trying to remember which way did the person take. The turns elucidate him. He took an effort to remember the direction but the answer seemed to come foggy — when suddenly — he heard running footsteps of small feet and a kid scampered in front of him. He recoiled and stumbled, almost falling back in surprise. When he gains back his awareness, he furrowed and turned to the left, his eyes following the kid. But when he did, the kid was gone in the pitch of black.

Dr. Park was beyond confused about what was happening right now. He looked around in bewilderment, utterly incompetent to process everything. The question that lacks an answer lingers unuttered on his tongue. How did the kid get inside the Asylum? Aren't there guards outside? If they get still tricked by a kid, then the Hospital has poor and useless security. Something he notes and makes sure to complain to the head after the lights are back.

Suddenly—there was heavy breathing. It is rough, something that the person makes when they're mad or enraged. However, the sound is low with a snarl like a dog. And it is right behind his back. He can feel the hot breath touches his nape and had his hair at the back stood in the end.

He shuffled back, slowly and leisurely. Dr. Park flinched at the creature in front of him. There stood, sixth feet away from him, a girl wearing nothing. Her face was gaunt and her eyes, completely without color, staring back at him. Her silly wispy hair littered on her balding head, trailing down her hip. Her withered saggy breasts dangling in front of her. But Jimin noticed something—her feet, they're not human feet—they're hooves.

If Dr. Park is nine years old, he would be screaming and fleeing away already, crying for his mother. Only if he is twenty years younger, then he could say he saw a monster — but no, he's twenty-nine and mature. He knows what to do already, he got a mind; a mind that fucking failed to work.

He believes in ghosts. He does—but what he's seeing right now is beyond hysterical and made him think of what kind of lunatic person would wear such horrible custom. Even a six-year-old kid could do better at a Halloween party.

The people would love it if he did run away, but no, he only stood. He stood, looking at the dreadful creature, whatever the fuck its name, shrewdly as if it is stupid and some kind of insane person putting up sick pranks and expecting their victim to be wailing in fear and scrambling to escape.

A prank. Yes, this was all about.

"What the fuck?" The only word that escapes his mouth, and the only thing he had in mind. Indeed, the word to describe everything's happening.

The freakish old lady, unmoving and seemed to glare through him—Dr. Park did not expect it—her skanky mouth gradually opened. Her teeth are decaying, and her mouth is filled with sticky, lousy black phlegm. Dr. Park swallowed hard. He could feel the bacon and hotdog that he consumed earlier ascend in his throat with burning acid. He could still taste the handful of salt his mom had sprinkled on the bacon. He'd rather swim in the mud than witness all of this.

"Noster est." The adenoidal voice whispered in his ear. The strong gust drove the dust towards his way as though she controls the wind, her terrible voice waving along with the air.

Dr. Park stumbled back once, covering his face from the dust and preventing them to enter his eyes. Deep lines appeared on his forehead as well as his eyes pitched up in a line, in such a way a clever cat gazes up the sunlight. He hangs still as though a penguin in the desert.

"What?" He asked obtusely as if she would answer him. Dr. Park was regarded as intelligent but not in any way did it show.

She grunts, taking a step forward reason for him to step back. "Noster—"

"Dr. Park!" Dr. Park tilted his head to the sudden voice calling his name, and the tall guy emerged from the darkness, running towards him. As he looked back behind him—the woman was gone, questioning where did it go.

"Dr. Park," Felix stopped on his side, catching his breath. "I'm sorry about the inconvenience. There was a problem with the system, but we're working on it. We will fix it as soon as possible—"

"Did you see the woman?" He blurted out, craning his neck around, expecting to see the creature from afar, watching them with her eerie eyes. But it seemed was gone, and he could not capture any trace of her. Felix on the other hand was confused. "Huh?"

Dr. Park gobbled, gliding his tongue across his lip. "The—" He raised his hand, attempting to point to something but the words were dried up in his throat as if there was a string that tied around its tail, pulling it back in. He respired deeply. "The woman, she was just here earlier. She said something to me. You came and she's just gone!" Dr. Park could hear the frustration seep into his tone. Felix doesn't know anything he's talking about. He was clueless and he was sure there was no girl with Dr. Park. He can see the madness in the psychologist's face but he's certain he doesn't see anyone.

"Dr. Park there's no woman—"

"No! She was just here. Here, she's standing there," Dr. Park protested, pointing at the spot where the woman was standing earlier. Felix only batted his lashes innocently at the man like a lost dog on the cow farm. He was surprised at the orange-haired man's sudden outburst as he tried to explain what he saw—he saw it with his two eyes and that he was not having delirium. The long dragon-like tail behind the woman's back, the long stringy hairs, the hooves—they are not made up of restless mind—he continues to tell himself.

Dr. Park notice the worried look on Felix's eyes and realized the younger could be thinking he is losing his mind. So he stopped, knowing he would not believe it even if he lay unfathomable papers of explanation to what he had seen. "Forget it," he said coldly, voice flat and emotionless. He cleared his throat and fixed his jacket.

"I'll go now, make sure to fix the lights as soon as possible. I don't want to work in darkness," he demanded, sternly. Felix rapidly nodded his head and promised to do it quickly. As soon as he was about to take a step—a sudden memory crossed his mind. "By the way," He turned around and faced him fully. "Make sure to find the kid, okay?"

"The kid? W-what kid?"

Dr. Park waved his hand in the air annoyingly, dismissing it. "I saw a kid earlier. Find him and throw him out of here!" He yelled as he walks away.

'What a nice day.' He grumbled, patting off the dirt on his shoulder. Nothing wouldn't be more fuck up than this rusting building. Oh how much he wished he just believe the fortune-teller who tells him that a boil would grow in his buttocks.