Rᴜɪɴᴇᴅ - Wᴏᴏꜱᴀɴ

One - Trouble

San  Wooyoung

He sat there among the lifeless bodies that surrounded him. No fear, no terror. Nothing. The corners of his lips turned as he heard that deafening sound of metal against wood. He quite enjoyed that sound, after all he was finally-

A loud thud echoed in the room in which he sat in and several men- No, armed men ran in with their guns pointed at him

"Put your hands up!" Someone shouted

He remained sat down with his hands by his side. Not moving a single inch from where he was positioned before. He looked up at the men and with a sickening smile wiped across his face, he shrugged

The armed man in the centre cocked his head and several others came running towards him, he didn't move. He felt several hands groping him in different places before pulling him up. And those metal handcuffs has finally detained him.

"Choi San you're under arrest" The man in the centre said "For the murder of 10 people" He glanced over at the bodies next to him "Make that 12"

San lifted his slumped head up and smiled, a smile that would surely send shivers down a person's body as he said "Are you sure?"

Before he could talk any further, he was dragged outside and onto the large vast field. He could hear the sirens of ambulances and police cars as they still made their way here. He was the world's most dangerous criminal, obviously he'd need a whole audience to witness his defeat. But of course he, would not call this his defeat, No, this was only the beginning.

He chuckled as he leaned over to his nearest police officer. "You think you won huh?" San cocked his head slightly towards the building behind him. "You might want to get them out in 3, 2, 1"

The loud screams of men filled the deathly silence that threatened to engulf everyone outside. A low chuckle escaped San's mouth, his laugh grew louder and louder. He could clearly hear the roaring fire that raged behind him as a loud explosion took place. Several men next to him started screaming commands "Put out the fire! PUT OUT THE FIRE!"

But even they knew that there was no way they could hold back the raging fire. He knew exactly how many people had died in that fire. A whole police squad consisting of around 12 individual, and around 5 detectives. That's excluding all the other people who were in the building at the time of the fire. So the final number? Unknown

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San  Wooyoung 

He received a call from an unknown number, he placed down all his paper work and excused himself from his patients, leaving his nurses to attend to them. He slid his index finger across the screen and held his phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Dr Jung Wooyoung?"

"Yes speaking"

"Hi there I am Park Seonghwa from the special investigation unit" He spoke with a soft and gentle voice

"Can I help you?" Wooyoung was curious. Really curious. He wanted to know why a man from the police department is calling him. And all this useless chit chat wasn't helping to relieve his curiosity

"Ah, yes. We have an inmate that we've detained around a week ago. Would you mind checking his mental state? We heard you are one of the best psychologist here."

Best... He liked the sound of the word "When can I see him?"

"Tomorrow morning 10 am at Seoul Central Prison"

"Okay.. I'll see you there" He waited for the other party to end the call before he brought his phone down

If he recalled correctly, Seoul Central Prison was one of the biggest and most dangerous prisons in Korea. Wooyoung sighed at the thought of what he had gotten himself into but quickly brushed away any thoughts that threatened to invade his mind.

He turned and continued with his work, as tomorrow might just be the last time he'd see all his colleagues and patients. For tomorrow...

He's walking right into the depths of hell