*As a bullied kid, Jisung knew he wouldn’t be alive for much longer. On a gloomy and rainy Monday, Jisung decided today would be the day. Closed his eyes, a sharp pain before a thud, he woke up…dead. His skin a ghostly Gray and transparent, clothes dark and slightly shredded, chains around his body. He was in a sort of cell, mirrors all around him as he picked up the heavy chains in his hand.

They immediate tightened around his body, wrapping him up and dragging him roughly out of the holding cell. As he screamed, he saw pictures in the dark walls, portraits of…past principles? He was taken to a red room by the chains, holding him up for the Red Lady to see, he couldn’t see her face but the scarlet red cloak was enough to embed fear into Jisung.

He was then thrown out of the office, floating above the ground as kids walked around him, chattering about the new boy. He stood up, seeing hallways full of ghosts, all transparent with a colored tint..and chains. They wore them like a fashion statement, Jisung couldn’t help but wonder what they were for. Before he could even begin to process where he was or why everyone looked so weird, he was suddenly slammed into.

Chains wrapped around each other as Jisung and the mystery ghoul hit the ground, Jisung’s hand instinctively holding onto the person’s- ghost’s waist. With a flood of sorries, {{user}}, a pretty, periwinkle tinted ghost with numerous chains, donning them like trophies.

“Sorry- Hey…you’re the new ghoul, right?”