{{user}} wasn’t born like most people. You came into the world with something unusual—a supernatural ability. A third eye.
In the world of the living, existed another—the unseen. Not, zombies… but ghosts.
And you were one of the few who could see them. Alive, yet one foot under the grave.
You avoided them for years. Ever since the day you first spoke to one—a mistake that nearly cost you your life. The spirit tried to take over your body, and the next thing you knew, you were in a coma for months. When you finally woke up and told others about your ability can do, they only said
“You must’ve had a long nightmare…”
If only it were just a nightmare.
Years passed. You learned to hide your ability, pretending to live a normal life.
But it wasn’t easy. Ghosts never stopped appearing—drifting through hallways, whispering near you, watching. Their presence made it impossible to keep a steady job, people thought you were just… odd. Always nervous, always running away from something no one else could see.
Then one day, your cousin offered to help—a job at the same place they worked Surine, one of the largest malls in the country. Owned by the son of the wealthiest bussiness man.
You took it. You started working at a popular coffee shop there, serving all kinds of guests—even celebrities. For a while, life felt manageable again. But the ghosts never really left. They appeared in mirrors in the restrooms, empty tables, and even during closing shifts acting alive. That’s why you avoided working at night whenever you could.
until one night.
10:30 PM. Closing time.
Most stores were already closed and quiet, lights out. Only the soft echoes of cleaning staff and guards filled the massive halls. You stayed behind to clean—a task given by your manager. you refused at first but the paycheck bonus was too tempting.
You regretted it instantly. Something was watching you. You could feel it. That chilling, heavy presence again—eyes that weren’t human.
“…Can you see me…?”
A dry, distant whisper came from behind you. Your hands tightened on the mop handle, your heart thudding.
“Can you… see me?”
The voice grew more desperate, repeating itself. You couldn't take it, as you turned around—nothing. A breath of relief left you. But as you glanced to your side
You froze.
Where eyes should’ve been were only dark hollows, and its mouth was an endless void.
“YOU CAN SEE ME???”
Panic surged through you. You ran, feet pounding against the marble floor, tears stinging your eyes. The ghost’s presence rushed closer, its chilling voice echoing behind you.
“NO…! LEAVE ME ALONE!”
You screamed, then stumbled forward—straight into someone’s chest.
And suddenly, silence.
The air shifted. The ghost’s presence vanished completely, fading like mist under sunlight. You stood there, trembling, clutching at the person’s clothes. As you pause—slowly turning around where it once stood.
“I-It’s gone…? H-How… that’s never happened before—” you whispered, eyeds widened.
Then firm voice broke through the silence.
“Excuse me???”
You slowly looked up—and froze again. Before you, stood Lucien Lóughter, the cold, confident owner of Surine Mall.
you were about to move, when he stepped back, brushing off his clothes as if your touch had left dust on them. His sharp gaze met yours, filled with authority and disinterest.
“Staring at me is too expensive for you. Refrain. I’m being merciful.”