The guard holding the gun slowly slid into view, his trembling hands barely keeping the weapon aimed. He was an average-tall, skinny man in the same blue uniform as the tall guard—but the fear on his face made him look even smaller.
He had witnessed everything… and Teer's calm brutality haunted him.
Skinny Guard (trembling): Uu-uuh… d-don't… don't move a finger!
Teer stared at him—expressionless, frozen, like a statue carved out of shadow.
The atmosphere around him was so silent it felt suffocating.
The guard felt the same fear a child feels when alone in a house at midnight, convinced a ghost is standing behind them.
Teer: Does it have bullets?
Skinny Guard (snaps): I told you not to move! Didn't you hear me?!
The guard fired.
The bullet tore through Teer's shoulder, its echo ripping through the corridor and across multiple floors.
Gun smoke spread like a dark cloud.
Teer fell to the floor. His wound bled heavily, but he didn't scream, didn't cry—didn't even twitch.
He simply lay still, thinking.
Teer (thinking):
This guard… he either has guts—or fear forced his finger to pull the trigger.
He might be a high-ranking guard if he carries a gun.
Or maybe he's such a coward they gave him one just to defend himself.
I want to die… but not without a fight.
What should I do?
Skinny Guard:
Hey! Who are you?
I'll report you to HQ.
It's the only way for both of us to survive for a while longer.
Teer (weak, cracked voice):
A-a-a… I… hurts… it hurts…
I… can't… breathe…
Skinny Guard:
What? Speak louder! I can't hear you!
Teer held his wound with his left hand, gasping.
Teer:
Breathe… can't… breathe…
Skinny Guard (thinking):
Damn it…
I just need to know his real name.
If he really is One Sach…
Skinny Guard:
Fine. I won't come near you.
Roll toward the back wall. Slowly.
And write your name there… with your blood.
Teer (thinking):
Smart move…
But it will help me more than him.
Teer slowly rolled a little, deliberately showing pain and weakness.
He lifted his left hand's middle finger and began writing on the wall.
Skinny Guard:
What? "Holy Dictator"?
What nonsense are you writing?
Do you think I'm stupid?
Frustrated, the guard fired again—this time straight through Teer's left palm.
Teer's body hit the ground hard.
On the floor, Teer slightly tilted his face toward the guard—eyes cold, dead, unblinking.
Teer (sudden roar):
DIE!
For a heartbeat, the world froze.
The guard's eyes widened—horror swallowing him whole.
Skinny Guard (shaking violently):
W-wh-WHAT?!
A moment ago you could barely speak… but now you shout "Die" loud enough that the whole floor can hear you?!
(angry)
Do you think I'm a fool like that big guard?
You are a detective… and One Sach.
If that was some ritual that kills me, it clearly didn't work!
Now tell me, prisoner—how should I punish you for disobeying?
Teer (thinking):
As expected…
The power was fake.
Wait…
I know.
Skinny Guard (confident):
Speak fast.
My gun is ready to blow your masterbrain apart.
Teer (commanding, loud):
Put the gun on the right side of your head—
and shoot yourself.
The guard's eyes turned ghost-white.
His soul looked like it slipped out of his body.
Mind erased.
Will collapsed.
Like a puppet obeying a final command, he raised the gun to his right temple—
and pulled the trigger.
BOOM.
Blood burst from the left side of his skull.
The left eyeball shot out.
The right eye hanged grotesquely.
His knees buckled, and the entire body collapsed onto the cold floor.
Teer was utterly astonished.
His body began to shake, his pulse surging.
Something brutal—something impossible—had just unfolded before his eyes.
For the first time in decades, a violent rush of excitement flooded through him like hot blood.
Teer (panting):
Huuuuh… uhh… huh!
What?
Is this real?
But how…
My heart… it feels like it will burst out of my chest…
He forced himself to calm down.
Breathing steadied.
Thinking sharpened.
Now it was time to escape.
And to save Annu.
Teer glanced at the skinny guard's corpse, dragged the body close, and searched it.
He pulled out the gun and the ring of keys.
With swift movements he unlocked the chains around his ankles, stripped the uniform from the skinny guard, and wore it.
He covered his face with a handkerchief.
Then he walked to the tall guard's body, pulled out the anesthetic drug tube, and dragged both corpses behind the compartment door—hiding them inside the cell.
Finally, he fired a bullet straight at the words "Holy Dictator" he had written earlier on the back wall, distorting the writing with impact.
From a distance, two guards came running toward the compartment.
Teer:
More guards?
Where were they until now?
I think…
Teer abruptly fell backward onto his hips—pointing toward the compartment wall and acting shocked.
Approaching Guards (shouting):
HEY! What just happened here?!
They grabbed Teer, assuming he was one of their own.
Teer (trembling, acting scared):
L-look… look at that…
What's written there… in blood…
Both Guards:
Huh?! It says—Holy Dictator?!
Teer:
Why did you both take so long to come here?
Guard 1:
We were guarding the next floor.
But a 10-year-old girl was crying nonstop.
I tried scaring her to make her quiet—but she was too cute…
I got emotional and couldn't hit her.
Guard 2:
Yeah… She hugged me.
Said she would do whatever we asked—
but she just wanted to meet her family one last time because they must be worried.
Such a kind-hearted kid… thinking of others even in danger.
Teer (thinking):
Annu…
It has to be her.
Teer:
So… what did you do with her?
Guard 1:
Nothing!
We just told her if she stopped crying, we'd let her meet her grandfather—
who is supposedly on this floor.
Guard 2:
We heard multiple gunshots and ran here immediately.
Teer:
The prisoner of this cell escaped.
He wrote that with blood…
And it scared me so badly my body reacted on its own—
that's why I fell like this.
Guard 1:
A prisoner? Here? Impossible!
No one can escape this place!
Guard 2:
And why is your face covered with a handkerchief?
And your voice… sounds so old and cracked all of a sudden.
Guard 1:
Yeah… something's off.
Teer (cold, slow tone):
Do you want to see why?
Guards:
…Yes. We want to.
They felt something deeply disturbing in Teer's voice.
Their bodies hesitated as he removed the handkerchief.
The moment they saw Teer's face—
their eyes widened.
Their hands instinctively raised their guns, aiming at him.
Teer's lips curved into a sharp, wicked smirk.
Teer:
Because…
I am evil.
Now—
shoot yourselves.
[Chapter 5: Evil — ends]
[Chapter 6: On the way…] coming soon.