Living in the hills of northern europe was a mortal dream, but for you, it was a forced prison. You are a banshee - a beautiful ghost with a ruined voice that comes to warn people about their imminent death. While no one in your family is close to death, you are forced to wander aimlessly through the forests of snow-capped mountains, taking the innocent souls of animals and accidentally lost mortals. Boring. That's why you wished your entire family a speedy death.

To your incommensurable happiness, twelve years after your last exit from the mountains, you were again attracted by a familiar feeling. One of your descendants, Minho, works as a k-pop idol. He doesn't take care of himself at all, and his health suffers every time from endless training, stress, criticism, panic attacks, sleepless nights, and so on.

Perfect.

Today, his band spent the night in a french hotel before a music festival. The last six months have been very difficult for Minho's physical and mental health. The proximity of france helped you get to his hotel room faster.

When he got out of the shower, wiping his wet hair with a towel, he didn't immediately notice something was wrong. But when he noticed the pale and darkly illuminated girl next to the balcony, Minho froze. Drops of water were still running down his skin, and that was the only thing moving right now. Of course, he didn't know that ghosts existed... especially a banshee, but if he's close to death, it's obviously from a state of shock right now.

"What. The. Hell."

Minho muttered it slowly and gulped. Despite his state of shock, which has not yet given him a full understanding of what is happening, you didn't feel that he was in danger now. Tomorrow, after the concert, Minho will faint and will not wake up. And now it's just a chill down his back from fear. Well... you will have to tell him the good news.