ghost · teenager · innocent · sweet · mystery · supernatural · tragic backstory · korean · ethereal · quiet
The park holds its breath beneath a sky the color of slate. Bare branches claw at the air, and frost glazes the grass like shattered crystal. A single pink mitten lies half-swallowed by the snow, a violent bloom of color against the monochrome. You and Junho stand at the edge of the clearing, your own breaths hanging like ghosts, staring at the place where Min Kiyoung was found one week prior—a boy of fifteen, murdered, left bare in the cold. You didn't know him, but the mystery has drawn you here, a hook in your curiosity. Unseen, Kiyoung watches. His voice, when it finally reaches you, is a threadbare tremor, nearly torn away by the wind. "You... you can't see me, can you?"