The boy with the long dark hair sighed for a long time, in frustration, touching with his mouth the big table that was under his face; he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples: that day too he threw away his time doing a lot of researches that in the end resulted useless. There were no hints about the Antichrist e something made him suspect that search would go on for a long time and he couldn't do anything about it. When he had been informed about that situation – which was a rather huge situation – he immediately got down to work with Seoul's most skilled hunters who were also his friends. Together they found some little hints but nothing that could actually help them. It seemed like killing the Antichrist, a creature born from Lucifer and a human woman, was impossible. There was nothing among the things that they knew that could kill him or at least weaken him. In short, he was invincible and the entire world was fucked. He looked at the tall stacks of books that he placed on the table and then he looked at the ones that he had still to study, nearly screaming from desperation: he didn't hunt nor took a case in exam in days; if things had gone on that way for long, he could really go out of his mind. He promised himself to do something actually useful and be productive the day after, leaving aside the Antichrist situation, and then he closed his eyes and slept.
He had breakfast really early that morning: eggs, bacon, a coffee and a huge glass of juice to keep up his strength for all day. He flipped through a newspaper and searched on the internet to find something that could be a case to examine for him. He quickly gulped the bacon he was still chewing, drank the last bit of juice and after he got in the car, he drove a few kilometers further. A man had been killed in his own house but there weren't signs of forced entry; it could be a prove that what – or who – had killed him was already in the house. It could be a ghost. He introduced himself as an FBI officer and they let him in, explaining him the case.
«Whoever they were,they had the house keys; but the man's wife told us she didn't gave them to anyone and surely not even her husband would have done so.»
Changkyun thanked the federal agent and pulled out what he called "the ghostbuster": when it detected an underworld presence, it made noises. He started to explore the kitchen hoping no one would see him and as soon as he entered the room, the ghostbuster went crazy: got it! It really was a ghost.
«Madam,» started Changkyun, approaching the victim's wife who seemed to be particularly shocked. Who could blame her? «Did you suffer a loss recently? Maybe someone close to your husband, even an enemy?». Those were questions that Changkyun always asked, every time he detected a demoniac presence in a house. Sometimes people said he was insensitive and inappropriate, but what else could he do? It was part of his job.
«Why are you asking me that? I don't see how my daughter's death could help you in this case!»
Her daughter's death, she said. That was useful to investigate, but he couldn't say that to the woman. Sometimes he hated that, he hated to hide from all the world, but being a demons' hunter wasn't exactly a job that he could openly declare to do. And overall, no one would have ever believed him.
«Could you please show me your daughter's room? How did she die?»
The women stopped her tears and after giving the boy a sharp gaze – Changkyun grew accustomed to those gazes – she started to climb the stairs and walked towards the door that, the boy guessed, was the one that led to her daughter's room. When she opened it, Changkyun stayed silent and waited for her to talk:
«We found her here, dead. She committed suicide. There wasn't a note nor anything else. She only cut her veins.»
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The case was easy, obviously, even easier that he thought: asking the women to temporarily stay at her parents' or families' house, he spent the night in that building and found out all he could. Horrible things. The girl was regularlymolested by her father and when she couldn't bear the sufferance, she took her own life. The girl soon then a ghost and aimed for her father's life, tormenting him until she succeeded in killing the man. With a bitter smile and a little chat, he burned the last object that linked the girl to Earth and left her go in a better place. That was the usual procedure but every time he applied it, Changkyun felt like it was always the first time, like he was a new hunter. The truth was: he lived like that since he was a child, when he still hunter with his father. He was born in a hunter family and to him, that was the normality: receiving axes and knives for his birthday, rather than videogames or books. For that very reason, the only friends he had – and they weren't a few, after all – were hunters he met in Seoul. His group of close friends consisted in five hunters and all were about his age.
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ParanormalChangkyun is a demon hunter. He meets Minhyuk, the Antichrist. He doesn't know how to kill him 'cause Minhyuk seems... Innocent. But the other hunters don't agree... ( https://twitter.com/aumonstax/status/1081942522354692096 )