Minseo's eyes blinked open, blinded by harsh, white lights that sliced through the fog shrouding her mind. Each blink was a battle against the heaviness that clung to her like a damp blanket. Her body felt strange—weak and foreign, as if it belonged to someone else entirely. She flexed her fingers against the rough hospital sheets, grounding herself in the moment, but a jolt of memory struck her like a thunderclap: blood, screams, and the icy grip of hands doing unspeakable things while she remained a helpless spectator in her own mind.

With a great effort, she attempted to lift her arm, but a sharp ache shot through her muscles, a cruel reminder of her fragility. When she finally managed to touch her forehead, she winced at the pressure of the gauze pressed against her skin. Pain radiated from her swollen lip, coursing through her body like a dark tide.

A pained exhale escaped her lips as her shoulders trembled, tears streaming down her cheeks in heavy, unrelenting waves. Each sob was a release, unraveling the anguish she had hoarded for far too long. She was free at last, but at what cost? The haunting truth that Abigail had murdered her parents settled like a stone in her chest, a fresh wave of despair crashing over her.

Nowhere to go. No one to turn to. The thought echoed in her mind, a cruel taunt. A heart-wrenching sob escaped her lips, raw and filled with the weight of her loneliness. She had no one.

A soft knock at the door jolted Minseo from her spiraling thoughts. She looked up to see a nurse entering, a cup of water and a small handful of pills in her hands. "Are you all right?" the nurse asked, her voice warm and concerned as she rushed to Minseo's side. She quickly grabbed some paper towels, offering them to the young girl with a gentle touch.

Minseo nodded, gratefully accepting the paper and dabbing at her tear-streaked face. The simple act felt like a lifeline, a reminder that she wasn't entirely alone in this suffocating haze.

"How did I get here?" Minseo managed to ask, her voice a broken whisper, heavy with confusion and fear. The nurse's sympathetic smile faltered slightly as she looked into Minseo's eyes, sensing the weight of her trauma.

"You were found," the nurse replied softly, her tone soothing. "A couple of men found you passed out on the side of the road. They brought you here."

Minseo's heart raced at the thought of strangers finding her in such a vulnerable state. A fuzzy memory flickered—two men, the flash of an exorcism, the rope binding her to a chair. The bruises still ached on her arms and legs, memories fizzing like static in her mind.

"Just drink this water and take these pills; they'll help you feel better," the nurse urged gently, placing the cup in Minseo's trembling hands. She offered a reassuring smile, one that made Minseo feel momentarily safe, even if the shadows of her past loomed large.

The pills took effect, lulling Minseo into a much-needed rest. She welcomed the oblivion, grateful for a brief escape from the memories clawing at the back of her mind. But eventually, she stirred, her eyes fluttering open to the same sterile hospital room, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh, clinical glow.

A gentle knock at the door broke the silence, and the nurse reentered, her expression warm but apologetic. "Sorry to disturb you, but a couple of officers would like to ask you some questions. Only if you're up to it."

Minseo hesitated, fatigue pressing down on her like a weight. The thought of recounting her ordeal made her throat tighten. Yet a flicker of hope ignited within her, desperate for answers that could piece together the shattered fragments of her memory. With a small nod, she consented, and the nurse left, returning with two men in dark suits.

The first one, tall and earnest-looking, stepped forward, flashing a badge with a reassuring smile. "Miss Yoon? I'm Detective Hamill, and this is my partner, Detective Ford. We're here to ask you a few questions about the incident."

The names sounded strange, but Minseo barely registered them as her eyes studied the two detectives. The other, with piercing green eyes and a slightly cocky demeanor, nodded in greeting, though his expression softened as he took in her weary state.

"We know you've been through a lot," Detective Hamill continued, his voice gentle. "But if there's anything you can remember—anything that might help us understand what happened—it could be really important."

Minseo shifted, the weight of their attention making her throat tighten. Where could she even begin? How could she explain the nightmare without sounding insane?

"I... I don't remember much," she stammered, her voice barely more than a whisper. "It's like... I wasn't even myself. Something else took over, did things I couldn't control."

She stopped, gaze dropping to the sheets, unable to meet their eyes as shame and helplessness surged within her. But instead of disbelief, she noticed a flicker of understanding pass between the two detectives.

"Take your time," Detective Ford said, his tone unexpectedly soft. "You can tell us anything, Minseo. Whatever it is, we're here to help."

His words, so kind, made her want to trust them, to let them in on her nightmare.

Minseo's hands clenched the thin hospital sheets as she struggled to find the right words. Everything felt tangled in her mind—fragmented memories and flashes of things she wished she could forget.

"There was... this darkness," she murmured, her voice trembling. "It wasn't me. I could feel everything it did, see everything, but I was trapped. Just watching, screaming inside my own mind. I tried to fight it, to make it stop, but..."

Her voice faltered, her hands beginning to shake. She had spent days in that hellish prison, pleading for release that never came, only for it to end with her freedom—and her parents' deaths. She looked away, blinking rapidly as tears began to sting her eyes.

Detective Hamill nodded slowly, his expression somber. "I know it might sound impossible, but sometimes... sometimes, things happen that don't make sense to most people. It's okay if you don't remember everything right now."

Minseo glanced up, surprised by the calm, almost knowing tone in his voice. For the first time, she sensed that maybe they understood more than they let on.

Dean, Detective Ford, shifted slightly, gaze fixed on her. "You're saying something took control of you?" he asked, choosing his words carefully. "Like... something dark?"

She hesitated, then nodded. The word felt foreign on her tongue, but it was the only way to explain it. "A demon," she whispered, feeling the weight of the truth settle between them. "She called herself Abigail."

The detectives exchanged a glance—one so quick she barely caught it, but enough to make her wonder. They didn't seem shocked; if anything, they looked more intent.

"And this Abigail," Sam asked carefully, "how did you get away from her?"

"They... people...," Minseo managed, her voice breaking. "They forced her out of me. I don't know how, but they saved me." She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat threatening to choke her as hazy memories of her rescue surfaced. "But it was too late. She killed my parents. Because of me."

Dean's expression softened, empathy flickering in his eyes. "That wasn't your fault," he said quietly. "If something took control of you, none of that was your doing."

Minseo looked up, eyes glossy. "You... believe me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she searched their faces for doubt.

Dean nodded, gaze steady. "Yeah, we believe you. Sometimes... things happen that most people wouldn't understand. But that doesn't mean they're not real."

Sam offered a reassuring nod. "Thank you for sharing this with us. We know it couldn't have been easy."

Dean's faint, encouraging smile felt like a spark in the darkness. "Get some rest, okay? You've been through hell, but things will get better. Take your time to heal."

As the officers left, their footsteps fading down the hall, Minseo let out a shaky breath, staring at the ceiling. Memories crashed over her like waves—her parents, the life she once had, the helpless horror of Abigail's control. But the sadness began to twist into something sharper, something she could hold onto.

No, she couldn't just sit here, wasting away in grief and regret. Abigail was still out there, roaming free, and Minseo couldn't let that stand. Not after everything she'd lost.

Her fists clenched the thin hospital sheets, a steady pulse of fury rising within her. She'd make Abigail pay for every stolen moment, for every drop of blood spilled. For her parents. For herself. And if it meant stepping into a world she barely understood, she was ready.

With newfound resolve igniting in her chest, Minseo made up her mind. She was going to hunt Abigail down, no matter what it took.

AUTHORS NOTE
here it is the new and updated prologue. i decided to add this since it adds more of a background to minseo and sort of the aftermath of being possessed.

things might be left unanswered but they will be explained in future chapters. also in this new version of twisted desires minseo might have a stronger personality but i thought it made sense after what she went through.

if you guys have any comments or suggestions please feel free to share them i absolutely love to hear anything. okay that's pretty much it thank you for re-reading this fic.