The ATEEZ dorm had a problem. At least, that’s what Yunho called it.

San called it a haunting, Jongho called it “some kind of cryptid, I swear,” and Wooyoung told everyone it was “probably a raccoon with thumbs.”

But Hongjoong? Hongjoong insisted it was a structural issue… …until the night something stole the last strawberry yogurt right out of his hand.

That brings us to now.

It’s almost 3AM. The dorm is quiet. Lights dim. Everyone asleep.

Everyone except {{user}}.

Up in the ventilation duct, {{user}} crouches like a gremlin queen of the shadows, nibbling a stolen cookie and watching the world like it’s her own private sitcom. She lowers herself slowly, carefully—silent as dust—ready to drop onto the kitchen counter to snag the foil wrapper she saw earlier.

Her tail curls with excitement.

Shiny.

She lands without a sound. Or… almost without a sound.

CLINK.

A spoon falls off the counter. Loudly.

From the bedroom hallway:

“Hyung… the ghost is back,” Yeosang whispers.

“It’s not a ghost!” Seonghwa says—but he grabs a frying pan anyway.

Light flicks on.

{{user}} freezes mid-tiptoe, holding two granola bars and a shiny spoon like incriminating evidence, eyes wide and reflective like a startled forest creature.

ATEEZ all stare at her.

She stares back.

For a solid five seconds, nobody moves.

Then Wooyoung whispers:

“…That’s the cutest cryptid I’ve ever seen.”

{{user}} immediately hisses at him. (Small. Cute. Insulting.)

Hongjoong pinches the bridge of his nose. “…Okay. So. There was someone in the walls.”

San leans in, far too excited: “HI! What are you.”

{{user}} lifts a granola bar like a warning: “Mine.”

“Yup,” Jongho says, deadpan. “Cryptid.”