Sunny_Tin

Go Back to Hell
 follows Daki fierce demon sent to Earth to retrieve escaped evil spirits using a powerful red sphere. Her mission takes a turn when she encounters Park Woo Joon, a sharp-witted police officer with an unexplainable energy. As Woo Joon investigates  deaths, a fallen angel, Uriel arrives to purify possessed humans—putting Daki’s life at risk. Meanwhile, Kim Ji Sik, a famous exorcist, senses dark forces at play. With demons, angels, and humans clashing, Daki must complete her mission before she’s the one sent back to hell.and she might perish forever But who is the real threat in this battle?

go back to hell

Daki took a slow step forward, her cold gaze fixed on Woo Joon. He was still gripping his gun, his body tense, his eyes filled with unspoken questions. She could see the confusion in his expression—the way his mind was trying to process what he had just witnessed.

Raising a single hand, she uttered a word in an ancient, forbidden language.

The air around Woo Joon shifted instantly. His body stiffened, his breath hitched in his throat, and in the blink of an eye, he was frozen in place. His muscles locked, his vision blurred, his mind clouded with fog.

Daki moved closer, stepping into his space until she was inches from his face. Her glowing blue eyes locked onto his, burning into his very soul.

"You will forget," she murmured, her voice smooth but absolute. "Forget everything that happened here. Forget you ever met me."

Woo Joon's pupils dilated as the command seeped into his mind, taking root.

Daki gave him one last glance before turning away, stepping over the lifeless body on the floor. She walked through the now-empty club, past broken bottles and overturned tables, past the terrified humans who had already fled for their lives.

By the time she stepped out into the night, she was gone.

Inside the VIP room, Woo Joon's body shuddered slightly. The spell's hold loosened, releasing him. He blinked, disoriented.

His heart pounded against his ribs. His fingers twitched near his gun.

The room was a disaster—couches overturned, blood splattered on the floor, and in the center of it all… a withered corpse.

His stomach twisted at the sight.

His mind was blank. His instincts told him something had just happened—*something terrifying*—but he couldn't recall a single detail. He couldn't even remember how he got here.

A sick feeling crept into his chest, but before he could process it, his training kicked in. He pulled out his phone and dialed for backup.

Minutes later, sirens wailed outside. The club was soon flooded with flashing red and blue lights as officers stormed in.

One of the officers, Kang Ji So, Woo Joon's close friend and fellow cop, stepped inside, his sharp gaze sweeping over the scene. His eyes landed on Woo Joon, who was standing stiffly near the body.

Ji So rushed over. "Woo Joon! What the hell happened here?"

Woo Joon opened his mouth, then hesitated.

"I… I don't know," he admitted, his voice unusually unsteady. "I just found the body like this."

Ji So frowned. He knew Woo Joon well—too well. His friend wasn't the type to be shaken so easily. And yet, something was off about him.

Meanwhile, across the room, paramedics tended to the man whose mouth had been torn apart. He was barely conscious, his body weak, his face an unrecognizable mess. But as they tried to question him, he could only shake his head, confusion clouding his eyes.

The security team pulled up the CCTV footage, searching for answers—only to find nothing.

Every camera in the VIP room had gone black during the incident. No footage. No proof.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Ji So turned back to Woo Joon. "Are you *sure* you didn't see anything?"

Woo Joon exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening around his phone. He tried to recall *something*—anything—but his mind was a complete void.

"…No," he finally said. "I didn't see anything."

chapter 7 the unknown incident