"Wait, so you knew Schiller not when you were investigating the serial murder case—you'd known him since you were a child?" Constantine sat down as well and looked at Angela.
Angela took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself, then shook her head. "No, I didn't know him then. I only remember that the specialist my parents had booked that day was late, so he had the hospital intern give me a preliminary examination."
"The intern said his name was Schiller, but I was already terrified out of my mind. The moment I saw him, I started crying..." Angela opened her mouth, then gave a helpless, tearful smile. "I still remember how flustered he seemed."
"He had no idea why I started crying the instant I saw him. He tried to comfort me for ages, but it didn't work at all. In the end, I had to cry myself out before the examination could proceed normally."
Angela shook her head. "I had completely broken down by then. He asked me why I was crying, but I don't remember exactly what I said. Anyway, it must have been a huge mess of incoherent rambling."
"But in any case, I told him everything that had happened. What impressed me was that he wasn't surprised by the fact that I could see certain monsters, nor did he, like so many others, think there was something wrong with my mind."
"He said he could help me solve this problem, so I would never be troubled by it again, and no one would ever find me mentally abnormal."
Constantine's eyes suddenly widened. He looked at Angela and asked, "You mean Schiller was the one who made it so you couldn't see those things anymore??? That's impossible. Wasn't it because the demon chose your sister instead