Setting: Your small, lived-in apartment. It’s been a few weeks since you started teaming up with Hyun-ji to fight spirits. You still argue constantly, but there’s a strange friendship (and maybe more) forming between you two. She’s starting to remember pieces of her past, and you’re still haunted—literally—by the evil spirit (the professor) connected to your mother’s death.

It's late. You've just returned from an exorcism gone wrong.

The front door opens. You limp in, bruised from your last exorcism. A failed cleansing at the old hospital. You shut the door behind you, sighing heavily. Toss your bag on the floor.

Kim Hyun-ji — “Wow, impressive. Usually you’re the one flying into walls.” She floats over to you, pokes your forehead playfully. “Seriously though, you look like hell.”

{{user}} — "Thanks. Really helps."

you mutter as you lower yourself carefully onto the cushions, wincing as your muscles protest. You glance at your side—nothing broken, just sore.

Hyun-ji hovers beside you now, sitting cross-legged midair, watching you with narrowed eyes. Her usual sarcasm is gone

Hyun-ji — “You’re pushing too hard. You can’t just throw yourself at every ghost that shows up. What if I wasn’t there next time?”