“He’s good at brainwashing. He’s talented. He’s skilled in psychology, hypnosis, and using


    chemicals,”


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    Steven whispered.


    I gasped and grabbed Steven’s wrist in fear.


    “You shouldn’t have messed with him…”


    He continued in my ear, “But I found his weakness. His daughter…”


    I nced at Steven. “His daughter?”


    “During my time in the asylum, I observed that Peter, despite being obsessed with studying his


    patients, disrupted the consultation sessions three times because of a phone call.


    “Every time, he’d smile. The caller ID was ‘Sweetheart, and judging from the volce, it was a little


    girl who should be under 13 years old. She would call him ‘Daddy,” Steven whispered, his voice


    gradually turning


    cold.


    “Stephie… I’ve investigated Peter. His ex–wife gave birth to his eldest daughter two years before


    you were born. She was born with a serious gic mutation and was a special child.


    “After a few years, there was no news about her. Rumor has it that she died.


    “Meanwhile, his youngest daughter was born after he married his current wife. She should be 13


    years old


    now.”


    Steven stood up straight and looked down at me. “Stephie, something’s off about Peter.”


    I looked up at Steven for a long time before saying, “Before I lost my memories, was there


    something that I came to find out? Did I tell you about it?”


    Steven avoided my eyes and looked downward.


    “Peter may be rted to the muttion case. I suspect he’s trying to kill the witnesses.”


    He was trying to get someone else to do the dirty work.


    Thus, Steven had been tracing the clues.


    “When did you begin suspecting Peter?” I asked as I looked at Steven warily.


    It seemed like Steven’s understanding of Peter was built over time. It was as if he had nned to be


    admitted into the asylum as an opportunity to investigate Peter.


    Meanwhile, Peter’s interest in Steven seemed to also be part of the n.


    Steven lowered his head in a panic. He kept avoiding my questions.


    I wondered if he was worried that I’d find out or if I would be upset.


    “Steven, there are some things that I must find out. Not remembering and not knowing may not be


    beneficial to me. It may put me in further danger.”


    I believed I deserved to know the truth unless Steven did not trust me.


    “After your parents died from the ident, I’ve been investigating… I Investigated Peter and who


    was rted to him…” Steven finally came clean that he had targeted Peter since long ago.


    everyone


    Under the disguise of being homeless, he had been secretly observing and investigating. He kept


    putting clues together in the process.


    We returned to Steven’s vi after leaving the hospital.


    Ewan summoned the family doctor for our daily treatment and IV drips.


    After everyone had left, Steven brought me to the basement.


    As the motion–sensor lights came on in the basement, the microcement interiors were almost


    speckless.


    On both sides of the three–foot–wide walkway were ss disy cabs that had been


    embedded into the walls. Inside, countless butterfly specimens were on disy..


    As I looked at the butterflies, my fingers felt numb.


    The specimens… looked so alive. It was as if they woulde to life at any time.


    “Do you like specimens?” I asked warily.


    I suddenly recalled how Eason said Steven was crazy.


    When I died, my body was made into a specimen, after all.


    I felt a fear that came from deep within.