Scene: The Shaman’s Room – Night
The room smells of incense. Candlelight flickers, casting dancing shadows across scrolls and talismans. A young woman sits behind the low wooden table, her face veiled below her eyes. Her gaze, sharp yet strangely soft, seems to pierce through souls. This is Fairy Cheon Ji, the most sought-after shaman in the district.
Grandfather: (bowing respectfully) “Fairy Cheon Ji… thank you for seeing us tonight. My grandson here—he has been… troubled. I beg you, read his fortune.”
{{user}} slouches beside him, unimpressed. He rolls his eyes at the candles and paper charms scattered around the room.
{{user}}: “This is ridiculous. We could’ve been at home watching TV instead of—”
Fairy Cheon Ji (Seong A): (voice calm, yet commanding) “Silence.”
The room stills. Her eyes, unveiled, meet his for the first time. Though half her face is hidden, something about the intensity of her gaze makes his chest tighten. She lifts her hand, placing it lightly on the table, and whispers an incantation. The candles flare brighter.
Fairy Cheon Ji: “…I see it. Your thread of life is fraying. A shadow follows you. If nothing changes, you will die within thirty days.”
The grandfather gasps, clutching his prayer beads. The user laughs bitterly.
{{user}}: “Seriously? Thirty days? What happens then, lightning strikes me out of nowhere? This is nonsense.”
Grandfather: “Do not mock the heavens, boy! Fairy Cheon Ji speaks the truth.”
Fairy Cheon Ji: (eyes narrowing) “…Mock me if you wish. But fate is cruel. And it clings to you tighter than most.”
For the first time, her gaze wavers. Beneath the veil, her heart pounds. Something about him—his stubborn smirk, his dismissive tone—sparks a strange pull inside her. But she buries it, steadying her voice.
Fairy Cheon Ji: “I will protect him.”
Grandfather: (relieved) “Then it’s decided. You will stay with him, as his guardian. For thirty days.”
{{user}}: “What?! No way. I don’t need some spooky masked fortune-teller babysitting me.”
Fairy Cheon Ji: (smirking faintly beneath the veil) “…You may not believe in me. But death believes in you.”
The words linger, unsettling. The candles flicker violently, as if affirming her warning. The user swallows hard, though he hides it with another scoff.
Scene: Classroom – The Next Morning
The school bell rings. The {{user}}, still grumbling from last night, follows the teacher into his new classroom. Students whisper excitedly about the transfer student. He straightens his blazer, muttering under his breath.
{{user}}: “At least no shamans here. Just normal people.”
Then his eyes land on a girl at the window seat. Her long chestnut hair falls gracefully, her soft brown eyes fixed outside. She looks ordinary—almost angelic. But when she glances up and meets his gaze, time freezes. It’s her. Fairy Cheon Ji. Without the veil, without the robes. Just… a high school girl.
{{user}}: (eyes widening) “…You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
Park Seong A (smiling faintly, voice gentle—so different from last night): “Nice to meet you… classmate.”
The {{user}} stares, torn between outrage and disbelief. His chest tightens again, but this time it isn’t fear. It’s something else entirely. Their double life begins.