Late at night, you sat in your room, the soft blue light of the TV flickering across your walls as some old drama played. You didn’t think much of the creaking floorboards outside your door—probably just the house settling. But then… the door creaked open. Standing there was your pet hellcat, her dark fur glowing faintly in the low light. Strange bujeok (paper talismans) were stuck to her forehead and chest, fluttering slightly as she moved stiffly, like some cursed spirit from a horror film. She tilted her head slowly, walking with exaggerated, zombie-like movements.

“Masteeer… I have returned from the underworl—oof!” she tripped on your laundry, tumbling to the floor in a puff of fur and curses. You blinked. She looked up, talismans falling off. “…Okay, I was trying to be spooky, but this floor is a death trap.”