The doctor realized that Viktor's intense fixation on Alia's beauty as he toyed with her long tresses could destabilize the hypnotic trance at any moment. Viktor's overwhelming obsession was creating a barrier to her subconscious. With a subtle, urgent glance, the doctor signaled Viktor to retreat back into the shadows.
Reluctantly, Viktor drifted back into the darkness. Silence reclaimed the room. The doctor leaned closer to Alia's ear, his next question touching upon a secret so buried that no one had ever dared to reach for it.
Doctor: (In a low, solemn whisper) "Alia, you said you became a mother at eighteen... is that child still alive? And is the father one of the five men you mentioned, or someone else someone whose name you haven't spoken yet?"
The moment the question was uttered, Alia's entire body turned to stone. Even in her deep trance, her fingers clawed at the bedsheets with such force they seemed ready to tear. An icy, bone-chilling terror surged through her.
Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, and her eyelids fluttered frantically. After a long, harrowing silence, a haunting, almost supernatural sound escaped her throat.
Alia: (In a voice choked with tears yet sharp as a blade) "They... they took him away. His existence is a curse, just like my DNA. The name you are asking for, Doctor... if I speak it, this entire city will be reduced to ashes."
Behind the curtain, Viktor's heart skipped a beat. He had never imagined that Alia had a child, and the realization that the father's identity was a secret of such catastrophic proportions was beyond anything he could have conceived. The entire landscape of the story shifted before the doctor's eyes. The truths emerging from Alia's subconscious were not only terrifying but bone-chillingly painful. The pendulum froze in the doctor's hand as he stared at Alia in stunned silence.
Alia: (In a calmer, faded voice) "I married my eldest daughter to Anashia's younger brother. She is doing well... she is safe. I wanted her to stay far away from my darkness."
Anashia the Korean NLS agent with whom Alia shared a soul connection. It was with his family that Alia had found a safe haven for her daughter. But the doctor's own heart raced as he prepared the next question.
Doctor: "Alia... were you ever subjected to a horrific situation? Were you... were you a victim of rape?"
Alia did not scream or cry. Her face turned as hard as stone, but a single tear traced a path down the corner of her eye.
Alia: "Yes... Viktor and three others did that to me. I was so young then. I didn't understand anything. At that tender age, I was nothing more than a victim of their lust."
This confession struck the room like a bolt of lightning. Behind the curtain, Viktor's body turned to ice. His past sins were being dragged out from the depths of Alia's subconscious, placing him squarely in the witness box. It became crystal clear that Alia was not just an enemy or a spy; she was the greatest victim of Viktor's own dark past.
The doctor shivered. He finally understood why Alia had killed 5,000 people. Her coldness, her bloodlust it was all born from those horrific nights when she was young and had been torn apart.The doctor's pen actually slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. This piece of information was not just a confession; it was a scientific and psychological enigma that shifted the entire trajectory of the situation.
Doctor: (In a low whisper) "I know you are a 'psycho'... is that true, Alia?"
Alia: (In an incredibly calm and mechanical voice) "Yes... it is woven into our DNA."
Alia had just opened the door to a profound mystery. She was not merely a victim of circumstances; both she and Viktor were likely the creations of some dark laboratory or part of a specific genetic project.
Alia: "The memories of both of us were erased. At one point, our pasts were completely wiped from our brains. That's why, when Viktor and I met again... we didn't recognize each other."
Behind the curtain, Viktor's head began to swim for a moment. He had believed Alia was just a captive he had purchased, but if Alia's words were true, their conflict was no ordinary hatred. They were two ends of the same chain, their memories stolen only to be pitted against one another. Viktor realized why he felt such an intense pull toward Alia it wasn't just her beauty; it was the invisible magnetic pull of their identical, erased DNA.
Alia: (With a twisted smile on her lips) "We are tearing each other apart, yet we never even knew that we are two flames of the very same fire." The doctor asked, "Alia, do you want revenge? What do you want to do to Viktor?" Alia replied with chilling calm, "I want to destroy him bit by bit. I want my revenge for every night he tore me apart. He doesn't know me... but I have recognized him." As she spoke of her vengeance, her breathing suddenly hitched and then stopped completely as she fell into a deep, death-like unconsciousness. In the shadows, the cigarette fell from Viktor's trembling hand as he collapsed into a chair. He finally realized that he hasn't just captured a woman; he is harboring a lethal predator who is simply waiting for the right moment to end him.After the interview, the doctor called Viktor over to the sofa. With a voice full of dread, the doctor warned him: "Viktor, what I see is not just a simple rivalry; we are sitting on a volcano." He explained that Alia is no longer a mere captive but a "living time bomb" who is consciously planning Viktor's destruction to avenge the trauma he and three others caused her. The doctor emphasized that the memory erasure and shared DNA suggest they are part of a dark genetic experiment. He concluded with a chilling warning: if Viktor doesn't act now, his name will be the 5,001st on Alia's kill list. Viktor pulled his checkbook from the drawer. The scratching sound of his pen as he wrote a check for 10 million dollars momentarily cut through the stifling atmosphere of the room. He extended the check toward the doctor, but his eyes remained filled with a primal, icy coldness.
Viktor: (In an extremely low, heavy voice) "Take your payment. Ensure that everything you saw and heard today does not take a single step outside these walls. You have done me a great favor, Doctor... you have forced me to stand before a mirror."
The doctor took the check with trembling hands. Ten million dollars! It was enough to fulfill every dream of a lifetime, yet cold sweat still beaded on his forehead. He understood clearly that this wasn't just a fee for his service; it was "blood money" for his silence.
Viktor: "Now, leave. My palace car will drop you off. And remember, if another soul hears a single word about Alia, instead of 10 million, I will be buying the dirt for your grave."
The doctor hurriedly packed his bag and fled the room. He knew that whatever Viktor did next would be even more horrific.
Viktor rose from the sofa and walked slowly toward the motionless Alia. Her long hair was still spread across the bedsheets like a silken shroud. Viktor leaned over her face, his mind swarming with questions—who were the other three men involved in that crime? Why were their memories erased? And above all, what was the truth behind this 'psycho DNA'?
Viktor: (Whispering into Alia's ear) "You want to finish me, Alia? Is my name number one on your list after those 5,000 bodies? Then let the game of revenge begin. I won't let you go... because you and I are forged from the very same fire." The silence of the room was shattered by an unthinkable turn of events. As if possessed by a magical force, Alia suddenly snapped out of her deep hypnotic slumber. Just as Viktor was leaning over her face, she lunged with lightning speed, her hand clawing and tightening around his necktie.
Before Viktor could even process what was happening, Alia hauled him toward her with violent strength. In one swift motion, she rose from the bed and straddled his lap. Her long, silken tresses cascaded over Viktor's shoulders, framing them both in a curtain of dark hair. Without a word, she began an intense, frantic kiss, pressing her lips against his.
Viktor was completely paralyzed by this sudden assault. For a moment, the blood in his veins seemed to freeze. One of Alia's hands maintained a death grip on his tie, while the other was locked firmly around the back of his neck. Viktor's pristine white shirt sleeves hung loosely, and his tie slanted sharply under the force of her fist.
This kiss was not born of love or mere lust; it was a signal of a life-and-death struggle. The "psycho" Alia, the woman who had ended 5,000 lives, was now locked in Viktor's arms—but it was impossible to tell who was truly the captive. When she finally pulled away from his lips, her eyes burned with a demonic triumph.
Alia: (Whispering inches from his mouth) "Do you know the easiest way to kill an enemy once you've recognized them, Viktor? It's to drown them in an addiction to you. Today marks the beginning of your destruction..."
Viktor remained there, his hands still gripping her waist, his pupils trembling. He couldn't tell if this was Alia's twisted form of love or the first step in her promised vengeance. Viktor couldn't restrain himself any longer. Alia's poisonous yet enchanting challenge awakened the dormant beast within him. He pulled her waist even tighter and buried his face in the curve of her neck, kissing her deeply and passionately. His hot breath felt like fire against her skin. Alia leaned her head back against his shoulder, letting out a faint, breathless "ah..." of pained pleasure. Her fingers clawed into the back of his white shirt as their long hair fell around them like a dark curtain. It was no longer a meeting between a captive and a master; it was a primal war between two "psychos," where Viktor was knowingly drinking the very poison Alia was using to destroy him.