UNDER SUPERVISION [COMPLETED]

13 - Tonight To

"Hello Scribe."

What else was needed to be said? Nothing actually. The only light that existed was from the lamps that littered every few meters and from his own phone. Of course, the warmth couldn't ease his nerves at the confusing and much too chilling entity that he had just replied to.

"Why do you want to chat," Scribe drawled. Inclining into a clacking tone as, "Lee," his, "Jung," name, "Chan," was said once more. Oh how he totally knew he shouldn't have. Sooner or later, maybe a friendly face would appear instead of a more unexpected one.

Just breathe in Chan, the young boy thought. Just breathe and ask, you can't see him. There's no way you can be terrified with your own eyes.

"So who are you, Scribe? Why didn't I know about you until I got a phone? Did my parents ever know about you?-"

"Now now now boy." Scribe continued with a tut, "In simple terms, I'm a vengeful spirit. Tied with some of the rage conjured up by the Earth. That's vaguely artistic right?"

Agreeing with the spirit, he listened intently as the same spirit continued their thoughts. Aligning with the past's events well enough for the boy to believe.

"I remember when your Mom asked for me not to harm anyone until both of your parents weren't around," laughing for a moment before continuing, "And then your brother came in with a  funny one!" Scribe continues to cackle in a eerily mixed voice. But that doesn't answer another of his questions he's had for a while now.

"Is there absolutely no way to control you?" He asked. He hoped for a way but he also knew the chances were slim.

"There is," Scribe's reply left him hopeful. "But you don't have anything to make it even between us," the boohoo tone hit the boy a bit off. 

Maybe Scribe means a sacrifice? Chan pondered. Ah. No wonder, I really don't have a thing to do so.

"Chan!"

Turning around, he saw a familiar bushy hair. Professor Choi.

"There you are!" The older continued, "I was wondering where you were," Embracing Chan into a warm filled hug that was accepted and received just as well. Even if he had his phone call with Scribe still running and shall expect his supervisor to indeed be stabbed, it was worth it.

"What a piece of plastic made from petroleum," the spirit muttered into Chan's ear as Choi Seungcheol went limp to the ground.

White flurries cascaded suddenly. As suddenly as the realisation of a random stranger on the floor instead of the familiar face he saw.

Oh no, this wouldn't be a peaceful night. The umbrella person proves so.

"Chan."

Ash brown hair and the almost too surreal cream white suit. He couldn't mistake it.

"It's your caretaker."

Irene.

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AAAAA Sorry for those who waited so long for the update from that cliffhanger of a previous chapter. I'll try finishing the next and last chapter as soon as possible. Although this has less words than usual at around 450 so sorry. I went through my bullet points too fast.

I think I finally moved passed using POVs a lot in chapters! I'll say happy new year's in the next one.