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1987, Pusan, Dong-nae
"Ah Yerin, are you alright?" The elderly woman's concern deepened as she watched Yerin clutch her chest, struggling to draw breath
Ah Yerin the pain etched across her face, yet she managed a forced smile
"O-of course... it's nothing... haha" she forced herself, her voice tinged with discomfort
"Miss..When can i attend regular school?" Yerin asked the elderly lady with her forced smile
"...Soon of course.. Once our Yerin is all healthy.." The lady smiled at her with a face full of pity
In The Evening, At Ah Yerin's house
Inside a medium-sized home in Busan, The soft glow of the evening light bathed the room, casting gentle shadows on the wall, The aroma of home-cooked food filled the air, the occasional clinking of utensils against plates
The dining room exuded warmth as the mother and daughter sat side by side, sharing a meal
"Mom.."Yerin's voice was gentle, tinged with weariness as she glanced at her mother, her eyes reflecting a hint of concern
"Where's dad?" Yerin asked her mother, a delicate inquiry wrapped in politeness, yet showing the fatigue etched on her face
"I think he's praying, as usual, for y-.. us" her mother replied softly, her words laced with a hint of hesitation, She didn't want Yerin to feel responsible for her father's devotion and hard work because of her Illness
As they finished their meal, the sound of the front door opening drew their attention. Yerin's father entered the house with a broad smile stretched across his face, his eyes sparkling with warmth and affection as he approached them
"Yerin!" Her father's voice brimmed with excitement as he walked up to her
"The Pastor is coming to pray for you" He spoke to her with his tone excited of having his daughter saved
Yerin let out a small sigh, her brow furrowing slightly
"Really... Another one?"
she continued, her tone tinged with a hint of exhaustion
"Dad, don't you ever get tired of this?" Despite her fatigue, there was a flicker of happiness in her eyes as she teased her father
"It's not just any pastor, Yerin" her father insisted, his voice filled with reverence
"He's a divine man sent from the heavens" The awe and admiration in his tone were palpable, reflecting the profound faith he held in the upcoming visitation
"Yeah.. right.." Yerin smiled softly, her gaze drifting between her parents
"You and mom are the real divine people sent from the heavens for me" she spoke, her voice filled with sincerity and gratitude
"Don't say that..." Her father's voice wavered slightly, touched by her words "He'll be here to pray for you soon" He gently brushed aside her sentiment, but his eyes reflected the depth of his love and devotion for his daughter
"Don't spend too much money on these.. Dad" Yerin gently cautioned, her concern evident in her voice
"It's all used for charity.. Yerin" her father reassured her, his tone firm yet gentle
"We'll be blessed with good karma if we donate money" His words carried a sense of conviction, rooted in his belief in the importance of donating to others
"Well.. We need the extra mon-" Yerin's words faltered as a wave of discomfort washed over her, but she quickly composed herself, offering a gentle smile
"I understand.. It's okay then"
she continued, her voice steady despite the lingering pain
"I'll go study until the pastor arrives then"
With a visible effort, Yerin pushed herself up from her seat, her movements slow and strained, Each step towards her room seemed like a hard work itself
After a few hours had passed, the anticipation in the air grew palpable as the pastor's arrival drew near. The sound of the doorbell echoed through the house, signaling his presence
Yerin's parents greeted him warmly, welcoming him into their humble abode with smiles of reverence and gratitude
As they settled into the living room, a sense of solemnity enveloped the space, punctuated by the soft murmur of conversation between the pastor and Yerin's parents
Yerin, tucked away in her room, could hear the hushed tones of the pastor's voice mingling with her parents' earnest prayers
Yerin's parents called her name with a sense of urgency, their voices cutting through the silence of the house like a beacon calling her to join them
she got up with all her strength and made her way to the living room where her parents awaited, their faces radiant with anticipation
As the meeting drew to a close, the pastor presented them with a small, intricately decorated teapot, its design both foreign and mysterious
With a solemn expression, he poured the fragrant tea into delicate cups, the steam rising in wisps, carrying with it a tantalizing aroma that seemed to dance in the air
"Drink it while it's still warm" the pastor urged them softly, his gaze unwavering as he handed them the cups. There was something enigmatic about his demeanor, as if the tea itself held some secrets
After a while, the pastor departed, the family gathered, their faces illuminated by the light
"Wasn't he a divine being.." Yerin's father spoke, his voice tinged with reverence
"Let's attend his church from now on."
"I don't know" Yerin hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features as she recalled the unsettling moment from the meeting
she continued softly, her words carrying a hint of discomfort "It was kind of weird"
The memory of the pastor touching her a bit inappropriately lingered in her mind, casting a shadow over the otherwise peaceful evening
In the ensuing weeks, The family's lives became intertwined with the rhythms of the church, their days filled with acts of service and devotion
They immersed themselves in the sacred rituals of volunteer work, finding solace and purpose
From dawn until dusk, they labored tirelessly, their hands and hearts united in a shared mission of compassion and goodwill
One day, as Ah Yerin's mother was carrying out volunteer work, she stumbled upon a disturbing scene. The cult leader's apostle was mercilessly beating a helpless drunk man
Shocked by the brutality unfolding before her eyes, she swiftly reached for her phone and began recording, capturing every violent blow inflicted by the apostle
The sound of each strike echoed through the air, mingling with the cries of the victim and the gasps of horrified onlookers. The cult leader's apostle, consumed by his fervor, seemed oblivious to the presence of witnesses, his fists raining down with unrestrained fury.
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With each frame of the video, the brutality of the cult's reign became painfully evident
"The Apostle..i should show this to the Spiritual leader"
Ah Yerin's mother, filled with a mixture of fear and determination, continued to film, her hands trembling with the weight of the damning evidence she was collecting
She stood there for a while, her gaze lingering on the scene before her, until the quietude of the moment enveloped her, she stopped recording
"Apostle Kim.."
With a silent sigh, she slipped away unnoticed, quietly escaping outside the confines of the area
She swiftly made her way to the church, her steps purposeful as she reached for the device containing the video of Apostle Kim
With determination in her eyes, she pressed play, the screen illuminating her face with flickering images of the revered figure, his words resonating in the hallowed silence of the sacred space
"Ah... Did you show this to anyone else, Mrs. Yeon-hwa?"
The pastor's question hung in the air like a dark cloud, his tone laced with a hint of menace
The atmosphere in the room shifted, tension crackling as all eyes turned to Yerin's mother, awaiting her response
"N-no..I haven't"
Yeonhwa stammered, her voice quivering slightly under the pastor's intimidating gaze
"Mrs. Yeon-hwa, have you ever wanted to go to heaven?" The pastor's smile held a chilling undercurrent of menace as he posed the question
His gaze bore into Yeon-hwa's, as if searching for any hint of hesitation or doubt in her response
"W-what..Who wouldn't.. ..what are you saying?" Yeonhwa's voice trembled with uncertainty and fear as she struggled to comprehend the pastor's unsettling inquiry
The pastor poured a cup of tea from his intricately decorated teapot, its design both foreign and mysterious, the liquid swirling gently as it filled the delicate porcelain cup
With a subtle gesture, he extended the cup towards Yeonhwa, his expression unreadable as he offered her the steaming brew
The air seemed to thicken with anticipation, each movement laden with unspoken implications, as Yeonhwa hesitated before accepting the cup, her fingers trembling slightly against the smooth surface
"Drink it while it's still warm" the pastor commanded, his voice carrying an eerie authority laced with a smile that held a hint of malice
The teacup hovered before Yeonhwa, its contents casting a mesmerizing swirl of steam that seemed to beckon her with a silent, ominous allure
"N-no... I don't want to" Yeonhwa's voice trembled as she spoke, her hands shaking uncontrollably, causing the tea to spill slightly from the cup
"Ah... You spilled it" the pastor's voice remained eerily calm as he observed the mishap, his words carrying an unsettling tone of control
Without waiting for a response, he reached for the teapot once more, pouring more tea into the cup with a deliberate and methodical motion
The liquid cascaded smoothly, filling the cup to the brim, its surface mirroring the intensity of the moment with a deceptive calmness that belied the underlying tension in the room
Yeonhwa's hands trembled as she forcefully threw the cup aside, the clatter of porcelain against the floor echoing through the room like a sharp crack in the eerie silence
"Y-you're W-weird.."
she stammered, her voice quivering with a mixture of fear and defiance as she backed away from the pastor, her eyes wide with alarm
Every nerve in her body screamed for escape as she desperately sought to distance herself from the unsettling presence of the man before her
"It was going so well..."
The pastor's voice dripped with menace as he spoke, his grip tightening around the tea pot with a steely determination
The air seemed to thicken with foreboding as he stared at Yeonhwa with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine
With a sudden, violent motion, the pastor's hand lashed out, the teapot becoming a weapon in his grasp
It crashed against Yeonhwa's face with brutal force, the sharp impact accompanied by a sickening sound that echoed through the room. Yeonhwa recoiled in agony, a cry of pain torn from her lips as blood trickled from the wound, staining her skin crimson. The air crackled with a sense of horror and disbelief, the once tranquil setting now transformed into a scene of brutality and terror
The Scene continued for minutes till he was done, he fixed his clothes and stood up from the bloody corpse, but as soon as he did, a figure walked over to the room
Ah Yerin's Father came to the room after the volunteer work and saw this
Ah Yerin's father rushed into the room, his heart pounding with a mixture of concern and dread as he beheld the harrowing scene before him
Horror swept across his face like a dark shadow as he took in the sight of his wife, crumpled on the ground, blood staining her face and clothes
"W-what are you..." Ah Yerin's father's voice quivered with a mix of shock and rage, his teeth gritted in a primal display of anger as he charged towards the pastor
With a fierce face, he lunged forward, his hands seizing the pastor's shoulders with a vice-like grip as he forcefully brought him crashing down to the floor
The sound of their struggle echoed through the room, punctuated by grunts of exertion and the clatter of furniture, as Ah Yerin's father sought to protect his family from the malevolent threat that had hurt his wife
As Ah Yerin's father unleashed a torrent of blows upon the pastor, his fury fueling each strike
Apostle Kim emerged from the shadows with lethal intent,
With a swift, calculated motion, he thrust a syringe filled with tranquilizer into the Ah Yerin's Father's Neck, the needle piercing his skin with deadly precision
A gasp of shock escaped Ah Yerin's Father's Lips as the tranquilizer coursed through his veins, his body convulsing in agony as he collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide with terror and disbelief
In that moment of chaos and violence, the true extent of Apostle Kim's was laid, casting a chilling show over the already fraught scene
"..Thanks for the help, Apostle Kim" The Pastor spoke, slightly unwell from the attack, he dusted off his clothes as he got up
"That's not important, the members found out about our intent" Apostle Kim Spoke To the pastor
"How many.." The Pastor asked Apostle Kim, his world destroying itself by this information
"About 12 Members.." Apostle Kim continued "And they're spreading the information to each other and i took care of ones which tried to report"
"..Call in the ones who haven't heard of it" The Pastor spoke, his voice tinged with anger, he kicked the corpse of Ah Yerin's Parent's in anger
"these useless sh*ts..wait.. .. don't they have a daughter? Bring her to me" The Pastor spoke with certainity, his tone tinged with some weird desire, he asked Apostle Kim to bring Yeonhwa's daughter, wanting to find some kind of satisfaction or return before he end his world
After a few hours of turmoil and chaos, the innocent members of the cult were ushered into a dimly lit room, their weary expressions betraying a sense of confusion and apprehension. With a solemn yet reassuring demeanor, Apostle Kim approached them, a steaming teapot cradled in his hands like a sinister offering.
"This tea is special" he spoke, his voice filled with a fake generosity with a fake smile, the tea was offered to everyone except Ah Yerin
"Ah Yerin.. please follow me" Apostle Kim's voice carried an air of authority, commanding her attention as he addressed her directly
Confusion flickered across Yerin's face, uncertainty dancing in her eyes, yet she reluctantly acquiesced, compelled by a sense of duty mingled with trepidation
Each step she took felt heavy with apprehension, her mind swirling with questions and doubts, but she followed Apostle Kim nonetheless, her resolve tempered by the unspoken power he wielded over her and the rest of the cult
Yerin found herself led into a dimly lit room, the air heavy with an oppressive silence that seemed to suffocate her
The pastor stood before her, his gaze inscrutable as he gestured for her to join him
"It's time for a private prayer" he intoned, his voice carrying a weight of authority that sent a shiver down her spine
Despite her unease, Yerin hesitated, the sense of foreboding growing stronger with each passing moment, yet she stepped forward into the room, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and uncertainty
The pastor gestured for her to take a seat, his demeanor solemn and reverent. With a sense of unease gnawing at her, she complied, settling into the chair as the pastor knelt before her
The sight sent a chill down her spine, his posture imbued with an unsettling aura of submission and deference that seemed out of place in the dimly lit room
Despite her growing apprehension, Yerin remained rooted to her seat, unable to shake the feeling of being ensnared in a web of manipulation and deceit
The Pastor raised his arm and wrapped it around her thighs softly "Ah Yerin..As Beautiful as a white jade.." He spoke softly
"W-what are you doing" Ah Yerin spoke, her breath stuck as she trembles slightly
"..Just shut up and do as i say B*tch" The Pastor's face distorted as he spoke with his tone commanding her
With a surge of adrenaline, Yerin's fear transformed into determination as she unleashed a swift and powerful kick, aiming directly for the pastor's groin
The impact sent a shockwave of pain reverberating through the room, eliciting a strangled cry from the pastor as he doubled over in agony
Taking the opportunity, Yerin bolted from her seat, her heart pounding with a frantic rhythm as she sprinted towards the door, fueled by a primal instinct to escape the clutches of her tormentor
Every step she took echoed with urgency, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fled into the safety of the corridor, her mind racing with a singular purpose, to get away
As Yerin raced down the corridor, her pulse pounding in her ears, she felt a sudden force collide with her back, sending her careening off balance
With a cry of alarm, she stumbled towards the nearest window, her hands grasping desperately for purchase as her body teetered on the edge
The world seemed to tilt precariously as Apostle Kim's sinister figure loomed behind her, his grip relentless as he shoved her with all his strength
Time slowed to a crawl as Yerin's heart lurched with fear, her instincts screaming for survival as she plummeted off the edge of the building, the ground rushing up to meet her with terrifying speed
As Yerin collided with the unforgiving pavement below, a searing pain tore through her body, every nerve screaming in agony as she lay crumpled on the ground
Blood pooled around her, staining the concrete crimson as the gravity of her injuries became painfully clear
Each labored breath felt like a dagger in her chest, her vision blurring as darkness threatened to consume her
Despite the overwhelming pain, a sense of profound numbness washed over her, her thoughts growing hazy as the cold embrace of death beckoned ever closer
The Next Day, The Cult Member's were found dead from consuming Cyanide and some accidental deaths, and Ah Yerin on the ground, splattered blood all over, they were in the news, with a sole survivor, Ah Yerin's father who was hit with a tranqulizer
As the next Day broke on the aftermath of the tragic events, the eerie stillness of the scene was shattered by the wail of sirens and the frenzied activity of emergency responders
Amongst the grim tableau of lifeless bodies, Ah Yerin lay sprawled on the ground, her form battered and broken, a haunting testament to the brutality of the night's horror
Blood stained the pavement around her, a stark reminder of the violence that had unfolded in the darkness
News of the tragedy spread like wildfire, capturing the attention of the nation as headlines blared the chilling details of the cult's demise
The air hung heavy with sorrow and disbelief as the world grappled with the inexplicable loss of so many lives, Yet amidst the chaos, there emerged a sole survivor, Ah Yerin's father, the lone survivor of the ordeal, his unconscious form serving as a silent witness to the horrors that had unfolded in the night
"You have always wanted to go to school..Ah Yerin.." He spoke as he took his Daughter's body and cremated it after the day before and placed it on one of the school lockers at Dong-Nae Public School, where he worked as a teacher
In the somber aftermath of the tragedy, Ah Yerin's father, overcome with grief and despair, he took his Daughter's body With a heavy heart, he made the solemn decision to cremate her remains, honoring her memory in the only way he knew how. As the flames consumed her earthly vessel, he whispered a final farewell, his tears mingling with the smoke that rose to the heavens
In a gesture of remembrance, he put her ashes in a urn, he returned to Dong-Nae Public School, where he served as a teacher
With trembling hands, he placed the urn containing Ah Yerin's ashes on one of the school lockers secretly as he locked it with a unique lock no one could open
Somewhere else,
As Apostle Kim and the Pastor stood amidst the newly erected walls of their burgeoning cult church, a sense of anticipation hung heavy in the air
"Let's start over.."
Their voices murmured in hushed tones as they busied themselves with the preparations, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows that danced eerily across the room
Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, gliding silently towards them with an otherworldly grace. Their features obscured by the cloak of night, they exuded an aura of mystery and power that sent a shiver down the spine of both Apostle Kim and the Pastor.
"Who's There!" Apostle Kim spoke out loudly to the figure
As the figure drew closer, a palpable tension gripped the room, the very air crackling with an electric energy that seemed to hum with anticipation.
"Our Lord had told us to take care of people like you"
With a voice as cold as ice and as ancient as time itself, the shadowy figure spoke, their words dripping with an ominous portent that sent a chill down the spine to both
With a sinister sigh, the shadowy figure's form contorted and twisted, morphing into a grotesque, monstrous shape
Its arms elongated into gnarled appendages, each tipped with razor-sharp claws that gleamed menacingly in the dim light
With a swift and merciless motion, it struck down the pastor and Apostle Kim, their bodies crumbling beneath the force of its onslaught
As they lay sprawled on the ground, helpless and defeated, the figure loomed over them, its features obscured by darkness as it descended upon its prey
With a gluttonous growl, it tore into their flesh, its hunger driving it to consume them with a savage ferocity
The air filled with the sickening sound of rending flesh and bone, mingled with the agonized cries of its victims as they were devoured alive
[ Author's Note : Ah Yerin had Congenital Central Hypoventilation Syndrome (CCHS) It's a rare neurological disorder because of a failure of automatic control of breathing
People with CCHS may have normal breathing while awake, but they experience hypoventilation during sleep or in certain situations where breathing is not controlled
This can lead to low levels of oxygen and high levels of carbon dioxide in the blood, which can be life-threatening if ignored
And she generally had a very weak body and had trouble breathing]