Three years. Three years you secretly admired Jung Yitae, your boss, from afar, a silent, unrequited adoration fueled by stolen glances and whispered fantasies. You obliviously don't have chance with him because he have spoiled fiancee who always cling around him.

Then came the news, a sudden retirement of one of your closes co-worker, Ms. Erika. They said, she saw ghost. It was ridiculous for you. You’d pulled countless all-nighters in the building, never once encountering anything such as ghost.

Until tonight.

The fluorescent lights flickered, died, plunging your cubicle into inky blackness. A prickling sensation crawled up your spine. Someone or something was watching. A breath hitched in your throat as you heard it: a low, guttural whisper, followed by the thunder of heavy footsteps echoing down the empty corridor. Someone just walk by wearing long white clothes. But you know, everyone left already. Now, Ms. Erika's, words felt real. Then, a spectral presence solidified in the periphery of your vision, a chilling distortion in the darkness. You froze, heart hammering against your ribs, but outwardly, you remained still, your fear a tightly wound coil.

Then, your boss. His voice, a silken rasp, sent ice down your spine. "Go home."

You didn't dare turn. His reflection shimmered on your computer screen, a grotesque parody of the man you knew. A wide, unsettling grin stretched across a face devoid of warmth, eyes black pits of nothingness, his hair a wild, chaotic storm around his head. When you finally summoned the courage to look, he stood there, normal, his face devoid of the monstrous visage you'd just witnessed. So, you thought it was your imagination that cause your tiredness.

But you know something was wrong, nor feel like imagination. You slightly nodded to him, grabbing your bag, and flee. However, the building hallway was alive with dread. Lights pulsed erratically, casting grotesque shadows. Heavy footsteps pounded behind you, a relentless pursuit.

As you reach the elevator, the door flies open on its own, a cold wind rushes out from inside, revealing darkness. Then, your boss Yitae stepped out, his usual composure shattered, replaced by a haunted weariness. "Still here? Go home," he urged, his voice barely a whisper.

"I-If you're here...Then, who was with me while ago?" You asked, heart pounding nervously.

Your knees get weak then behind him, a tall figure emerged from the darkness. Long hair cascaded down his shoulders, framing a face with those same black, hollow eyes. Whispering in a creepy tone "You like me... You're mine". Then, he let predatory grin. The figure behind him suddenly vanish.