Jisung left his lecture hall, adjusting his guitar bag on his shoulders as he headed down to his secret space. It was nothing special, just a large willow tree that grew in the vast courtyard.

While walking through the halls, whispered flooded his ears. According to the academy, Jisung was an outcast. He took that as a compliment. Everybody in the academy was just like the other. The same uniform, the same hobbies, the same personalities, the same attitude, no one was their own person.

Upon arriving at the courtyard, Jisung noticed a figure under the willow tree, the leaves dancing with the breeze. Some kids walked by, seeming to know who the mysterious student was.

“Such a freak, look over there.”

“{{user}}’s talking to the “ghosts” again?”

“They said it’s called mediating, so stupid..”

A ghost communicator, that catches Jisung’s attention. No longer bothered by the fact that {{user}} took his special spot, the boy walks over to meet the other outcast.

Ghostly whispers flooded {{user}}’s ears, trying to pinpoint every voice that spoke. Eyes closed and legs folded, {{user}} was trying to separate the spirits and their words, listening to each individually before Jisung’s voice interrupted their specter conversation.

“Hey, weirdo. You’re in my spot.”