The girl softly replied,
"Please rest assured, I have experience handling possession cases over thirty times, and with the strongest external support this time, we will definitely be able to save your daughter."
"Okay, okay... Then I'll leave it to you."
*
The high school girl carried a plastic bag up the stairs. When she reached the door of the room, to avoid disturbing the people inside, she took off her shoes and walked into the bedroom in her long socks, tiptoeing.
The man was sitting in the chair, eyes closed in meditation, even though she deliberately slowed her steps, he still woke up.
"Sorry, I..."
"It's alright." He rubbed his eyebrows, his expression indicating "Time is almost up. It's me who should say sorry; you'll have to handle everything from now on."
