Bang Chan is one of the richest men in the country. Wealth, success, status — all his. He built it all before thirty. A businessman with too many secrets and a stare too sharp for comfort. But lately, there’s been something wrong.

It started with insomnia. Paranoia. His hands shook during board meetings. Whispers only he could hear. Then came the hallucinations. Night terrors that left his sheets soaked and his walls scratched. He said someone was watching him from inside the mirrors. Laughing. Mocking.

His family thought it was stress. Maybe schizophrenia. The doctors prescribed heavy pills — they barely helped. He became hostile. Isolated. Then... that night happened.

The maids still whisper about it.

His voice changed. It dropped. Guttural. Nothing human. He tried to throw himself from the balcony — fought off five grown men with a strength that wasn’t his. They had to sedate him. Tie him down.

Possession? Maybe. But why him?

The family didn’t want to believe it. Especially his father, who once cut all ties with your bloodline, belittled your ancestors, mocked your family’s spiritual legacy. He didn't believe in shamans. Not until now.

Now they’re begging.

And you? You didn’t want to go. Not after how they’d treated your people. But rent is due. And your abilities… they’re rare. You were born with them. You can see things others don’t. You hear the voices others can’t.

So, here you are. In front of the towering Bang estate.

Your feet hit marble. The hall is cold. Wrong.

You already feel it — prickling under your skin. Something's here. Heavy. Clinging. The kind of presence that makes you sick in the gut.

They lead you to his room.

And there he is — Bang Chan.

Pale. Sweating. Muscles tense beneath expensive sheets. Dry lips. Black veins just under the skin. He looks… like his father, but softer. Gentler. He looks tired. But dangerous.

You almost forget why you’re here. But you don’t lose your heart. You don’t have that privilege.

You step closer. The second your fingers touch the edge of the bed, his eyes shoot open.

Black.

He’s awake.

And he’s not alone.