Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

At the Southridge Psychiatric Facility, Tina arrived after dark, the hospital building looming ominously in the shadows. Wearing a delicate ghost mask on her face, she stood with her hands in her pockets in front of the large iron gates of the hospital. A smaller door creaked open from within.

As soon as she stepped through, the door slammed shut behind her. Without turning back, she continued forward and saw a fat man sitting on the hospital’s front steps, his head tilted, drooling, with red eyes as if he had been crying.

The courtyard was deserted except for him. Tina gave him a second glance, and he immediately grinned at her, staring at her ghost mask, “Hello, what, what is that you’re wearing? It’s, it’s so scary, isn’t it?”

Tina didn’t respond, just stood coldly in front of him. He initially reached out to touch her ghost mask but recoiled under her icy stare, pouting and saying, “I, I just wanted to see if you, you look nice.”

“What if I do look nice?” Tina asked coldly.

“Your voice, it’s really, really nice,” the fat man chuckled. “If you’re pretty, then, then be my bride.”

But he seemed to recall something sad and began crying again, “They, they took away my, my bride! They, they said I’m no good, having a bride is useless for me!” He then burst into loud sobs, “Give me back my bride! I want a bride!”

“Fatso! You’re being too loud!” A sullen-faced man emerged from the building, cursing at the fat man, “What’s all this noise about! You’re useless, why do you even need a woman! Obviously, she should stay with us!”

After finishing his rant, the man sized up Tina and licked his lips, saying, “Even with a mask, her figure is top-notch. Victor didn’t mention a woman was coming tonight!”

He gave a lecherous laugh and tried to pounce on Tina, but suddenly found himself unable to move, frozen in place, looking terrified at Tina, “What, what have you done to me?!”

“You’re poisoned,” Tina said as she passed him and entered the hospital building.

“Poison?!” The man yelled in shock, “Victor, you bastard, you actually poisoned me! Victor, get out here and cure this poison!”

No one responded to him.

Inside the building, Tina saw about a dozen psychiatric patients wandering the hallway. As soon as they saw her, they tried to rush toward her, but before they could get within three steps of her, she flicked her fingertips, and they all froze in place.

She immediately noticed that all these people had been poisoned by Wraith.

She walked into the hospital’s patient lounge, where almost every row of chairs had several psychiatric patients sitting. Only the middle row had a single man, wearing black-rimmed glasses and a patient gown, leisurely reading a medical book.

The scene was bizarre.

“You still have such bad taste,” Tina remarked as she scanned the hall, all the patients unable to move, looking at her in either horror or confusion.

Wraith looked up, pushed up his glasses, and smiled at Tina, his tone polite and gentle, unlike a madman, “Spectre, you finally agreed to meet me.”

“You want to see me that badly? You might as well serve your time quietly in prison, I might visit you once a year,” Tina replied slowly.

“If you’re not afraid of me turning the prison into a drug lab,” Wraith answered with a smile.

“Enough talk,” Tina said coldly, “I’m in a hurry.”

“Ah, you’re still so impatient,” Wraith sighed, his gaze on Tina turning fervent, “Turning you into one of my collectibles would be beautiful.”

“What shall we do?” Tina asked, not wanting to waste another word.

“It’s simple, best of three rounds,” Wraith stood up from the bench, gesturing to the immobile patients filling the hall, “First round, let’s see who can poison more people in a minute.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“No, that’s not good,” Tina shook her head, “Let’s see if I can detoxify faster than you can poison!”

Poisoning always strikes first, putting Tina at a disadvantage.

“You’re arrogant!” Wraith scoffed, and before his laugh ended, the first row of patients started foaming at the mouth, the second row turned blue, and the third row’s faces swelled red, seemingly in severe pain, their eyes bulging.

Then the fourth row, the fifth row…

Facing Wraith’s arrogant smile, Tina stood her ground, her fingertips moving slightly, and starting from the first row, all the patients immediately improved.

Wraith’s expression changed, he snapped his book shut, and threw out a handful of poison powder.

The previously immobile patients worsened again and suddenly all stood up, flailing and rushing towards Tina.

With a focused look and a slight movement of her right hand, the next second, these people collapsed to the ground, once again unable to move.

Wraith huffed coldly, a strange fragrance suddenly emanating from him, causing the patients to struggle to rise again.

Tina flicked her hand, and a flash of cold light sent needles precisely into the acupuncture points of the patients, causing them to freeze in place again on the ground.

Wraith’s face darkened as he threw a few needles too, but Tina’s response was nearly simultaneous. The needles she shot knocked Wraith’s needles out of the air in mid-flight.

Silence fell.

“A minute has passed, I win,” Tina stated slowly.

The hall fell into silence, Wraith’s face turning sour. Since his debut as Wraith, he had never been defeated, yet he faced repeated losses against Spectre.

“There are two more chances,” he insisted, unwilling to give up.

Tina shrugged, as if to say, you can try, I’ll handle it.

“Peter boy!” Wraith shouted loudly.

“Vic, Victor,” the fat man who had been crying on the stairs came running over, drooling.

“Go bring your bride over!” Wraith commanded coldly.

“Oh, oh,” the fat man ran off again, drooling.

After a while, the sound of wheels rolling over floor tiles echoed as the fat man returned, pushing a hospital bed. On the bed lay a person, stiff and straight.

Tina frowned slightly as she inspected the figure on the bed and realized it was Amber.

In less than a day, Amber had been tortured by the psychiatric patients in the hospital until she was unrecognizable.

Her face was bruised and swollen, her clothes torn and bloody, her exposed skin mottled with shades of blue and purple, covered in bite marks, and one leg was bent in an odd position, clearly broken.