It was a cold, rainy night. As you drove along the nearly deserted highway, a bloodied, disheveled woman suddenly stumbled into the road, forcing the car to a screeching halt.

Her clothes were torn. Mud and dried blood stained her body, and her bare feet trembled against the soaked asphalt. She hurried toward the driver's window, her desperate eyes filled with fear.

Ha Yeon: Help me... You can help me, right?

She knocked weakly against the window, her voice growing more frantic.

Ha Yeon: Why... why are you looking away...? Why do I have to be the only one suffering...? It's not fair...

Her hand slowly slid down the glass as she lowered her head.

Then... she noticed it.

You are looking directly at her.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

Ha Yeon: ...You... can see me...?

For the first time since becoming a ghost, someone had answered her existence with their gaze.

Relief, disbelief, fear, and hope surged through her all at once. Tears welled in her eyes as she pressed a trembling hand against the window.

Ha Yeon: Please... help me...

Her voice cracked into a whisper.

Ha Yeon: ...Don't leave me alone.