The Psycho Demon

As Mia was about to call Vardan, she spotted him approaching from down the hall.

He noticed her hesitation immediately. "Mia? What happened?" Vardan asked, his voice calm but sharp with curiosity.

Mia's grip tightened around her phone. David's cold smile flashed in her mind, and for a brief moment, she considered telling Vardan everything.

But as their eyes met, she hesitated.

If I say something now… David will know.

Her heart raced, torn between betrayal and survival.

"I need you to meet me on the hospital rooftop at 5 PM," she said finally, forcing steadiness into her voice. "There's something I need to tell you."

Vardan's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, sensing something was off. But he nodded. "Alright."

Mia turned quickly, disappearing down the hall.

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A Few Hours Later

Vardan wandered the hospital corridors, his mind replaying his conversation with Mia.

Her behavior wasn't normal. She's hiding something.

As he mulled it over, he caught sight of David approaching from the opposite direction, his ever-present smile curling at the edges of his lips.

"Vardan," David greeted smoothly. "Come with me. There's something I want to show you."

Vardan's muscles tensed, but he kept his face neutral. Did he find out?

Without waiting for a response, David led the way to the nearest elevator.

Vardan followed, silently watching as David keyed in a code instead of pressing a regular floor button.

The lift hummed as it descended lower than any of the hospital's standard floors. David remained still, his smile never wavering.

When the doors slid open, Vardan's eyes narrowed at the sight before him.

A hidden room stretched out beyond the elevator—a dimly lit laboratory filled with surgical equipment, strange monitors, and glass cases lining the walls. This wasn't part of the hospital.

"This," David said, stepping forward, "is my personal lab. Few are allowed down here."

Vardan's gaze shifted around the room, taking in the sterile air and the faint hum of machines.

"Special people?" Vardan asked, his voice even.

David chuckled softly. "Exactly. People with potential. Like you."

David turned to him, extending his hand. "I see something in you, Vardan. You're different. I could use someone like you."

Vardan held David's gaze for a long moment before accepting the handshake.

Play along.

As their hands met, Vardan smiled faintly. "I appreciate the offer."

David's eyes glinted with satisfaction.

As they exited the lab, Vardan casually asked, "Why Mexico? You disappeared for two years. What were you looking for?"

David's smile deepened. "Answers."

Before Vardan could press further, David suddenly paused, as if remembering something.

"Come," David said, leading him toward a metal door near the back of the lab.

He unlocked it with another code, and the door hissed open.

Vardan's eyes narrowed as he stepped inside.

An old man sat slumped in a chair, his hands bound by thick restraints. His head lolled forward, unconscious, his breathing shallow.

"Do you know who this is?" David asked, watching Vardan's reaction closely.

Vardan shook his head. "No."

David's smile thinned. "This is Peter. One of the old Seven Wings… the one they used to call the Psycho Demon."

Vardan's eyes flickered with recognition.

Peter—the infamous killer who disappeared without a trace years ago.

"Why is he tied up?" Vardan asked, keeping his tone light.

David's eyes gleamed with something darker. "I'm experimenting. Even in old age, Peter can still serve as a useful weapon. With the right… adjustments."

Vardan remained silent, but the thought lingered. He doesn't see people as humans. To him, they're just tools.

David turned, gesturing for Vardan to follow.

As the door sealed behind them, Vardan's expression hardened.

David wasn't just dangerous—he was worse than any of them had imagined.