HORRORIA

Chapter 2

Taehyung opened the interrogation room's door. There sat Hana Duri. She looked pale and she was definitely was underweight. Her sleek black hair was thin and her nails brittle. She looked up at Taehyung with almost ghoulish eyes. That small part of Taehyung's gut that said this kind of brutal murder and stalking was impossible for her to do, got bigger.

"Hana Duri, I'm Kim Taehyung. I need to ask you some questions."

"Okay," she said, slightly confused.

Taehyung sat down opposite her. "Do you remember anyone by the name of Jae Sejong?"

The atmosphere changed as soon as that name fell out of Taehyung's mouth. The woman's eyes widened, she was a deer in headlights. Frozen. Fearful. Her hands trembled slightly. "J-Jae Sejong..?" She looked at Taehyung.

Taehyung continued "Yes, well he was found dead this morning." Taehyung slid a picture of the man's corpse across the table.

The woman put her hands up to her mouth. Tears forming in her eyes, "You think, I, me-"

"You have a motive" Taehyung said, staring the poor lady dead in the eye, looking for the smallest bit of guilt or shame to show.

The tears left her scared eyes and down her snowy cheeks they went, leaving prominent tear streaks behind them. "He won't stop ruining my life will he..." She muttered.

"Pardon?"

"WHEN WILL I LIVE IN PEACE!? I tried to fight back! To stand up to suffering this man has caused and I get called a fake? a lair? or just mentally ailing? And four years later, I'm still living in this hell. I still see his face when I close my eyes! I relive every horrid thing that he did to me and no one believes me. Now I get blamed for his murder? Something I didn't do, I fucking hate this place!" She leaned over the table and began to cry hysterically. 

Taehyung sighed, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the clearly delusional woman. There was little to no proof on her side of the court case. She was obviously making it up.  

"Look, why don't you go home and come in tomorrow more prepared for us to discuss this topic?"

She just nodded as she continued to cry, gasping for air periodically. Taehyung got up and left the interrogation room. He walked to the door on the right of it. It lead to a small room that had one-sided glass window, looking at the broken down woman that sitting in the room. Jackson, who had been watching the whole time, turned to Taehyung who had just entered the room.

"Poor woman," He commented.

"Delusional woman." Taehyung added.

"I'm genuinely thinking we should look into a mental asylum for her. Poor lady has lost her marbles."

"I think she's done it. If she can produce such an emotional reaction like this, rage and adrenaline might of let her do it," Taehyung said "but we need more information."

Jackson snapped his fingers. "I'll look into her shoe size, if it is the same, I should get a warrant to search her house to see if she has the boots that match up to the crime scene as well as look through the dumpster behind her house."

Taehyung lightened up "I'll look into her medical and credit history, maybe she's recently started taking something that could trigger a strong reaction. Strong enough to make her want to draw blood."

Jackson and Taehyung smiled, high fiving each other. 

"Want a coffee?" Jackson questioned as they both left the room. 

"Yes please, I could murder a cup of coffee right now"

Jackson smiled. "I'll be back in a few minutes."