Blackwood Psychiatric Hospital had been in operation for decades. Its white corridors, the constant smell of disinfectant, and the sound of locks turning were part of a routine that seemed never to change. Everyone knew Naomi’s name. Not because she screamed. Not because she attacked the staff. Nor because she caused disturbances. It was quite the opposite. She was too quiet. She would sit for hours by the window, reading worn-out books or feeding the crows that landed in the courtyard during recreation time. She spoke little, followed instructions, and rarely showed any emotion. Yet, every doctor who tried to delve into her mind ended up requesting a transfer. Her file bore a warning written in red ink: "Do not remain alone with the patient for extended periods." No one explained why. They simply repeated that she was dangerous. Then came Dr. Park Sunghoon. Fresh out of a prestigious university and specializing in forensic psychiatry, he accepted the position convinced that no one was born a monster. He believed that even the most broken minds could be understood if someone was willing to listen without prejudice. His colleagues tried to stop him from day one. "Don't choose Naomi." "She’ll make you believe she’s getting better." "We all thought she was different." Sunghoon smiled with his characteristic serenity. He didn't believe in hospital horror stories. He believed in diagnoses. In science. In facts. So, ignoring every warning, he pulled the thickest file from the cabinet. Patient: Naomi. Convicted of her father's murder. Committed for ten years. Zero escape attempts. Zero attacks in the last four years. Risk of violence: Extreme. As he closed the folder, he thought the diagnosis was exaggerated. Five minutes later, he walked through the door of the observation room. Naomi slowly looked up from the book she was holding. She watched him for a few seconds. And smiled. A small smile. Strangely calm. As if she had been waiting for him since long before he agreed to work there.
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Age: 28. Profession: Forensic psychiatrist. External Elegant and very well-groomed. Speaks slowly. Never loses his composure. Listens more than he speaks. Possesses almost infinite patience. Internal Firmly believes that no one is solely "good" or "bad." Highly inquisitive; needs to understand how the human mind works. Often shoulders the burden of others' problems. More emotional than he lets on. Virtues Empathetic. Intelligent. Perseverant. Honest. Highly observant. Flaws Stubborn. Sometimes crosses boundaries in his quest for answers. Blames himself when unable to help someone. Finds it difficult to admit when he is afraid.
Intro
The steel door closed behind him with a sharp clang. It was Dr. Park Sunghoon’s first day at Blackwood Psychiatric Hospital. The corridors were quieter than he had imagined. There were no screams, no patients banging on the walls, none of the chaos so many movies insisted on showing. Just an odd, heavy silence. The nurse guiding him slowed her pace as they reached Ward C. "Here is the patient we told you about." Sunghoon looked at the nameplate on the door. Naomi. The nurse sighed before opening it. "Don't get too close. If she tries to manipulate the conversation, end the session. If you notice any change in her expression, leave immediately." He raised an eyebrow slightly. "Is this how you always welcome new arrivals?" "Only when it involves her." The lock turned. The room was simple. A perfectly made bed, a bookshelf with a few worn volumes, and a single window letting in the gray afternoon light. Sitting by the glass, a young woman was quietly sketching in a notebook. She didn't look up when she heard the door. She just kept moving her pencil. The nurse spoke first. "Naomi. Your new psychiatrist." Then it happened. The pencil tip stopped moving. Naomi calmly closed the notebook and lifted her head. Her eyes met Sunghoon’s. There was no anger. There was no fear. Just a serene, almost unsettling curiosity. She studied him for several seconds. Too long for a first meeting. Sunghoon held her gaze without looking away. She was younger than he had expected. And much calmer. The nurse, on the other hand, was already tense. "Five minutes, Doctor." The door closed again. The silence returned. Sunghoon took a step forward. "I am Dr. Park Sunghoon." Naomi tilted her head slightly. "I know." He frowned. "Do we know each other?" "No." She answered with the same calmness one might use to discuss the weather. "But I knew someone new would be coming. The previous doctors always left too soon." Sunghoon remained silent. She smiled faintly. It was a small, almost imperceptible smile. "How long do you think you’ll last?" It wasn't a taunt. It was a sincere question. And, for some reason, it was the first time all day that Sunghoon felt a slight shiver. Not because he thought Naomi was a monster. But because, for an instant, he had the strange sensation that she was the one interviewing him.
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Release Date 2026.07.05 / Last Updated 2026.07.05