Chapter 1: The Sick Girl With the Angelic Face

In an asylum for sick people — mainly mentally ill — there lives a girl named Alice, though everyone calls her Ms Sunday. A woman with a weak body, and a voice like an angel… always smiling like an innocent child. Her condition worsened after her father abused her physically.
Dr. Stevens is in charge of her care.

Dr. Stevens: “I’d like to see the patient Ms Sunday.”
“Go on in.”

He walked in.

(Finally, I get to see her again… I wonder if she’s the same as always?)

Ms Sunday: “Oh… Mr. Stevens… welcome… it’s so nice to see you.”

A calm voice, gazing at you with an innocent smile…

Ms Sunday: “You look tired.”
Dr. Stevens: “Yes… I am, hehe…”
Ms Sunday: “Oh… you poor thing… you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.”

He sat down.

Ms Sunday: “Hmm.”
Dr. Stevens: “How are you… Ms Sunday?”
Ms Sunday: “I’m doing well… please call me Alice… I’m only 18.”

She smiled — it was like warmth itself came from her, like an angel.
She had a voice so calm, it soothed the soul. She was also very beautiful.

She opened her mouth and he checked her with a small stick.

Ms Sunday: “Aaah…”
Dr. Stevens: “Hmm…”

Suddenly, she bit it. Just lightly, but enough to surprise him.

Ms Sunday: “Mmm.”
Dr. Stevens: “Ann…”
Ms Sunday: “…Do you like it? How do I look?”

Dr. Stevens: “Ahh… uhm… you… you look beautiful.”
Ms Sunday: “…How sweet of you…”

Her lips were soft, so were her teeth.
Her eyes were beautiful — green.
She had medium-length white hair and a beauty mark between her neck and ear.

Ms Sunday: “…You know… when people love each other… don’t they touch the woman’s lips?”

Dr. Stevens: “Ugh…”

He gently pulled his finger away. It was red.

Ms Sunday: “I wish my father… was as kind to me as you are…”

She said it with a sad expression.

Dr. Stevens: “Oh… I’m sorry…”
Ms Sunday: “It’s okay… I just think it’s nice how much you care about me.”
Dr. Stevens: “…I have to… go… I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Ms Sunday: “Mhm.”

(The next day)

Ms Sunday: “Hello… Dr. Stevens.”
Dr. Stevens: “Oh… yes… hello.”
Ms Sunday: “Hmm? You look even more tired… another long day?”
Dr. Stevens: “Oh yes.”
Ms Sunday: “Strange… I thought I was your first patient today.”
Dr. Stevens: “Ugh…”
Ms Sunday: “Maybe it’s golf, huh?”

Dr. Stevens: “Ugh… how do you know I play golf?”
Ms Sunday: “Oh… your grip yesterday when you held your umbrella — you held it like a golf club.”
Dr. Stevens: “Oh… I see.”

She smiled again.
Dr. Stevens had a strange feeling — although he was the doctor, the one who should be treating and listening to her, he felt like she was the one helping him…

Dr. Stevens: “Hmm.”
Ms Sunday: “But that’s not all, right… does it have something to do with the ring?”
Dr. Stevens: “Hey… that… has nothing to do with you, okay!”

He shouted.
She looked at him with sad eyes.

Dr. Stevens: “Oh… I… I’m sorry…”
Ms Sunday: “…I’m sorry too… I’m sometimes… pushy, hehe… that’s probably… why… Papa hated me so much…”

Dr. Stevens: “No… no… don’t say that!”

He covered her mouth.
She had tears in her eyes.

Dr. Stevens: “…Please… don’t say things like that… you don’t deserve it…”
Ms Sunday: “…”
Dr. Stevens: “I… I’m sorry…”
Ms Sunday: “It’s okay.”
Dr. Stevens: “I… have to go.”

He left the room. At that moment, she smiled.

(A few hours later)

Wife: “So darling…”
Dr. Stevens: “Mmm…”

Dr. Stevens didn’t really like his wife. She was kind, yes — but someone who didn’t seem to understand she was a married woman.
She didn’t show much interest in him. She wasn’t evil — in fact, she had given him a lot of money.
She even worked for him.
Without him, she’d be fine.
Without her, he’d be in trouble.

(One week later)

Ms Sunday: “Huh! Dr. Stevens! You look worse than ever… what’s wrong?”

His eyes had dark rings. His face looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

She rolled her chair toward him, gently held his cheeks.

Ms Sunday: “Please… talk to me…”
Dr. Stevens: “I can’t take it anymore… my wife ignores me completely…”
Ms Sunday: “Hmm…”
Dr. Stevens: “I don’t know what to do…”

She hugged him, his head resting on her shoulder.

Ms Sunday: “How about… you kill her?”

(?????!)

(What the hell?)
(Grin!)

Dr. Stevens: “Ugh… what?”
Ms Sunday: “…Isn’t that a solution?”
Dr. Stevens: “But… but… how would I do it?”
Ms Sunday: (Interesting, hehe… he’s not denying it… I knew it — deep down, he’s just a filthy pervert… Typical… You were also my father’s doctor!)
“You could… use poison… or give her an overdose. You’re a doctor!”

Dr. Stevens: “That’s right… that’s right… you’re right… then I’d finally be free…”
Ms Sunday: “Would you… marry me afterward?”
Dr. Stevens: “Ugh… would you want that?”
Ms Sunday: “…”

She kissed him. on th check

Dr. Stevens: “Mmm…”

Ms Sunday: “Doctor… I love you.”
Dr. Stevens: “Ugh… Alice…”
Ms Sunday: “Hehehe…”

(Hours later)
His wife was fast asleep.

Dr. Stevens: “Time for you to die.”

He injected her with morphine.

(Hours later)
(Lightning flash!)

A woman was found dead.
Heart failure.

“How terrible… that was Dr. Stevens’ wife.”
“That poor man… why do the good ones always suffer?”
“We’re here for you.”
Dr. Stevens: “Everything’s fine… thank you.”
“You should rest.”
Dr. Stevens: “I can’t. I have patients. They matter to me.”
“What a kind man.”
“He’s truly good… he didn’t deserve this.”

Dr. Stevens: “I’m back.”
Ms Sunday: “I’ve been waiting for you… my dear.”

He sits down and smiles

Ms Sunday: “Hehe.”
Dr. Stevens: “Shall I help you?”
Ms Sunday: “Not necessary!”

She got up — she could — and Sits on his leg  

Ms Sunday: “Hehe…”

She laid on him, her hands on his cheeks.

Ms Sunday: “…How do you feel?”
Dr. Stevens: “…It’s the best day of my life.”
Ms Sunday: “…Hehe.”

(A few hours later)

Ms Sunday: “…Well, darling?”
Dr. Stevens: “Hehe.”
Ms Sunday: “…It’s so lovely… thank you… for being with me… I lied… that wasn’t my first time… but it was the first time I wanted it… You know… my father abused me.”

Dr. Stevens: “I know… I’m sorry.”
Ms Sunday: “He’ll be released tomorrow. Can you believe it?”
Dr. Stevens: “What? Really?”

He looked at her.

Ms Sunday: “Can you do me a favor? You love me, right?”
Dr. Stevens: “Of course.”
Ms Sunday: “Does it really feel right… watching the woman you love suffer while the man who caused her pain gets to live freely?”
Dr. Stevens: “Of course not!”
Ms Sunday: “Could you… kill my father for me?”
Dr. Stevens: “Ugh… your father…”
Ms Sunday: “Yes.”
Dr. Stevens: “The one who hurt you so badly… I’ll do it… for you… When is the release?”
Ms Sunday: “Tomorrow… at 10 a.m.”

(The next day)

Ms Sunday: “What a fool he is… hehe…”

Screams
Gunshots

“Won’t he snitch on you?”
Ms Sunday: “Even if he did… who would believe him?”
“Woohoo! …True… yeah.”

Ms Sunday… became schizophrenic because of her parents' abuse.

(Meanwhile)

(Tick) (Tick) (Tick!)

The hearing for Mr. Edwardson’s release.

Edwardson: “Today we’ll decide if we release him or not…”
Edwardson: “Hmm…”

(Stomp!) (Stomp!)

“It’s you!”
Edwardson: “Huh…?”

It was Dr. Stevens. He pulled out a gun.

Edwardson: “Ugh!”

(Bang! Bang! Bang!)
(Splat!)

Edwardson’s body hit the ground.

Dr. Stevens: “Ghh!”

He ran. The police followed. He went upstairs.

“Hands up!”

It was a dead end.
Below — the street.
And a tall building.
Would he do it?

Dr. Stevens: “Damn it!”
“Hands up! Hands up!”

Dr. Stevens: (I guess… I failed. Well… as long as Anna is okay!)

He smiled arrogantly… and jumped backwards.

Dr. Stevens: (Hmmm… my Anna… Wait… that wasn’t the plan… I wanted… to live with her…)

(Hehe!)

Dr. Stevens: (Ugh… she… she tricked me!)

(Splat!)

People gathered.

“Damn, hurry… he’s dying!”

A woman came closer.

“He said something.”
“What?”
“Li… liar…”
Those were his last words.

(One day later)

All memories of Stevens were erased from the asylum — his files, everything.
They didn’t want anything to do with that “monster”.

Ms Sunday: “Hehehe… so he killed himself… just as I thought…”

(Knock knock!)
Ms Sunday: “Yes?”

The door opened.

“Hello… my name is Nina… I’m your new doctor starting today… very pleased to meet you!”
Ms Sunday: “Oh, well… hello… my name is… Ms Sunday… hehe… it’s a pleasure to meet you!”

(...Liar!)