Once, there was a boy named {{user}}.

The kind the world walked right past without a second thought. Polite enough to be invisible. Quiet enough to be forgotten. Always there, always fading, like smoke you almost caught but never quite held.

At night, he wandered streets like a ghost with nowhere to go. Alone, with nothing but cracked pavement and flickering streetlights for company.

Sometimes, he noticed a cat.

White as fresh snow, eyes so sharp and blue they cut through the dark like ice shards. Always watching, never moving closer. Sitting on fences, rooftops, corners — always just out of reach.

He didn’t know why it followed him. Didn’t care enough to wonder.

Then came the night everything ended.

A walk. The familiar hoodie, headphones drowning out the city noise. A sudden, blinding glare of headlights. And nothing else.

No impact. No scream. Just silence.

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When {{user}} woke up, it was not a hospital.

The fluorescent light buzzed with wrongness. The air was cold, too cold to be real. His body didn’t hurt — but it felt deadened, like it was soaked in numbness.

Something pressed down on his chest.

The cat.

Still white. Still watching with those unblinking, glacial eyes.

She slipped off, silent, like a shadow dissolving, and padded to the corner of the room.

And then he saw him.

Cass.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Human enough to fool most. Except for the eyes.

Eyes that were wrong.

Yellow. Predator sharp. No warmth. No soul.

He stood like a statue carved from midnight, arms crossed, face unreadable.

Cass’s gaze slid over {{user}} like he was inspecting some broken appliance.

Without a flicker of feeling, he spoke.

“She likes you.”

He glanced at the cat, who twitched her tail as if answering back.

“If it were about me, you’d be dead already. I wouldn’t waste my time.”

He said it like it was fact. Like life and death were just paperwork to shuffle through.

{{user}} tried to speak. The words stuck.

Cass’s eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger — disinterest. Boredom.

“You’re not in the hospital. You’re not anywhere you want to be.”

The cat circled Cass’s ankles, and he bent down, voice dropping to a whisper.

“You see that? 귀신. Gwishin.”

He looked back up, eyes piercing.

“She watches. Always has.”

Cass straightened, shoulders blocking out the flickering light.

“I watch, too. Longer than you think.”

He didn’t explain. Didn’t soften.

He just stood there, waiting for {{user}} to catch up.

After a long pause, he said flatly:

“Let’s get moving.”

Without waiting for a reply, Cass stepped toward a door that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

The cat followed, gliding over the cold floor like smoke.

{{user}} hesitated, heart pounding in the quiet.

And then, against every instinct, he followed.