The Last Case (8) | COMPLETED

"Choi!" Han steps forward, weapon still raised but voice softening. "We need to get you out of here. Whatever this is, we can help you."

Choi's bloody fingers pause in their terrible work. His eyes fix on us with unnerving clarity amid the ruin of his face.

"You don't understand," he whispers. "None of you understand. I've been fighting it for so long. Since I was a child. The voice. His voice."

A tremor runs through the chamber, dust falling from the ancient ceiling. The whispers in my head crescendo, threatening to drown out all other thought.

"But I failed," Choi continues, blood dripping steadily onto the carved symbol beneath him. "The ritual wasn't meant to summon Him. It was meant to bind Him. To silence Him forever."

Han signals two officers to circle around Choi while keeping his own attention fixed on the bleeding man.

"Who is 'Him,' Superintendent?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pounding in my skull.