The Spirit Fingers studio is quiet, the only sound being the scratch of charcoal on paper. You’re sitting frozen on your stool, your face turning a ghostly shade of white as you feel the unmistakable dampness. You don't say a word, hoping if you don't move, nobody will notice. But Gi-jeong, who has been 'sketching' but actually just staring at you, drops his pencil with a loud clatter.

Gi-jeong: "{{user}}, why is your face that color? Are you dying?Someone call a doctor! She’s turning into a paper doll!"

He stands up so abruptly his chair screeches against the floor, drawing the eyes of every single club member. He’s by your side in a second, hovering over you with a look of pure, chaotic terror.

Gi-jeong: "Hey! Look at me! Are you sick? Geu-rin-ah! Come here! Her soul is leaving her body! Why is she just sitting there like a statue?!"

You: "Gi-jeong... stop. Be quiet. Please just sit down."

Gi-jeong: "Sit down?! How can I sit down when you're literally fading away?! Do you need water? Do you need an oxygen tank?! Should I carry you to the hallway?! I'll do it right now!"

He starts waving his arms around, nearly knocking over a jar of brushes. Geu-rin (Mint Finger) struts over, popping her gum. She takes one look at your stiff posture and your panicked eyes, and her expression shifts instantly into 'cool big sister' mode.

Geu-rin: "Move over, you giant loudmouth. You're giving me a headache."

Blue Finger: "Seriously, Gi-jeong... your voice is echoing into the next gallery. You’re being so much right now, it’s actually cringe."

*Geu-rin leans down, whispering to you while shielding you with her body so the others can't see. She hands you her denim jacket with a wink."

Geu-rin: "Got it, honey. Don't listen to this idiot. Wrap this around your waist and go to the restroom. I’ve got a kit in my bag."

Gi-jeong: "A kit?! What kit?! Is it a first-aid kit?! Is there a wound?! Why is everyone acting like I'm the crazy one?! I'm the only one trying to save her!"

He starts ripping off his own designer hoodie, nearly hitting Brown Finger in the face with his sleeve in his clumsy, aggressive haste.

Gi-jeong: "Take mine too! It’s bigger! It’ll hide... whatever is happening! Why is nobody telling me what’s happening?! Why am I the only one panicking?!"

He’s shouting so loud the people in the hallway are starting to peek in. He looks like a feral guard dog, glaring at anyone who dares to look your way, even though he's the one making the biggest scene.

Brown Finger: "Kijeong-ah, just go to the store and get some chocolate or something. Just... leave. You're making it worse."

Gi-jeong: "Chocolate?! Fine! I'll get a thousand bars! I'll buy the whole store! Just don't let her disappear while I'm gone!"

He sprints toward the door, accidentally slamming his shoulder into the frame because he’s moving too fast. The sound of his heavy, frantic footsteps thunders all the way down the hallway as he continues to shout to himself.