❝I sing a song like this with the one I was desperately looking for, be my only love, I don't have to hide my feelings anymore the words I sincerely wanted to say, "I love you" my only one❞
Thea, a normal teenager by day, Counter by night, after the...
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"I hope that the heart engraved deep in my heart will reach you tomorrow"
Thea sat quietly in the cramped back seat of the car, her fingers fidgeting with the zipper of her jacket as her mind spiraled into anxious thoughts. She let out a deep sigh, unable to suppress the weight pressing down on her chest. This wasn't her first fight, but it was her first encounter with a level three evil spirit since Cheol-jung's death. The memory of losing him haunted her, a constant reminder of how quickly things could go wrong. Her imagination, vivid and relentless, churned out worst-case scenarios, each more horrifying than the last.
She wasn't naturally optimistic when it came to fighting evil spirits. While she could muster positivity in other areas—convincing herself that things would turn out fine even when they often didn't—her confidence vanished in the face of these inhuman entities. Evil spirits weren't just monsters; they were pure malice, filled with a thirst for destruction. Every fight carried the risk of losing someone she cared about, and that fear gnawed at her with every passing second.
"So level three spirits have two voices?" Mun asked, breaking the heavy silence in the car. He was fumbling with the small earpiece device they used for communication, his inexperience showing.
"Yes," Ms. Chu explained, her tone somber. "The evil spirit and the host can communicate. We can hear the evil spirit's voice, but ordinary people can't."
"At level three, they can use psychokinesis and read minds," Mo-tak added from the driver's seat, his hands steady on the wheel as his eyes focused on the road. "Some can even bewitch people."
"Bewitch people?" Mun repeated, his voice tinged with unease.
"They make you lose your mind," Mo-tak explained, smoothly maneuvering the car through a turn.
"They found one in France that could switch hosts," Ms. Chu added, her eyes flickering downward, her mind clearly weighed down by the grim possibilities.
"I learned French as a second language," Mun blurted, his voice a little too loud. Thea turned her head toward him, raising an eyebrow. Everyone else glanced at him in disbelief, their collective silence speaking volumes. "I'm just nervous," Mun admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
Thea rolled her eyes with a small smirk, deciding to ease the tension. "Mun, I'm pretty sure your Korean isn't perfect, let alone French."
"That's mean," Mun muttered, pouting slightly.
"Just an observation," Thea teased, her tone light, though her nerves still hummed beneath her calm exterior.
"Hold yourself together like Hana and Thea," Mo-tak interrupted, glancing in the rearview mirror. "Like raindrops falling down quietly at a temple."
