╰┈➤In a world where the line between life and death blurs, a girl named Kwon Dae is haunted by the tragic loss of her five childhood friends, in a devastating car crash. Three months after their funeral, Dae's nights are filled with vivid visions an...
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It's like a volcanic eruption but worse—because it's happening right out of my mouth. An entire mouthful of coffee explodes like a geyser, spraying in a glorious arc straight at the poor, unsuspecting soul sitting on my couch.
"GIRL, WHAT THE FUCK?"
The voice, now dripping in the same coffee I've just tasted, shouts with the force of someone who did not sign up for a surprise shower.
I stare, wide-eyed, choking on both coffee and my own disbelief. My brain still hasn't caught up to my body, but my feet? Oh, they're ready.
I bolt. I shoot up like my bed is on fire, feet practically skidding across the floor like I'm trying out for a track meet. Panic surges through me, and I run back to my room with the speed of a caffeinated gazelle, slamming the door shut behind me so hard I half-expect the hinges to fling off and smack me in the face.
I lean against the door, heart racing, body vibrating with a cocktail of panic and pure caffeine. Did I just... baptize someone in coffee? My first coherent thought.
"Dae, what the hell?" I mutter to myself again, slapping my cheeks harder this time, as if self-inflicted violence will somehow snap me back to sanity. Spoiler alert: it doesn't. The image is still very much there, burned into my retinas like a bad tattoo.
Five. All five of them.
Casually lounging in my living room like they haven't won a one-way ticket to the afterlife three months ago. Seriously, as if they haven't been spectacularly dead in a car crash that turned my life into a never-ending spiral of chaos.
But no, here they are, chilling. Like they're on some kind of resurrection vacation. and my apartment is their Airbnb.
"Am I still asleep?"
I peek through the small crack in the door, hoping maybe—just maybe—it's a hallucination, a product of my sleep deprivation, too much coffee, or the fact that I just power-chugged half a mug of it. But nope. Still there. Alive and chilling.
The one covered in coffee—Huiningkai, of course—catches me peeking out my room. "You know, I prefer water. Just saying."
So...
Meeting that witch—Jeongin—and the promises that hang in the air like mist, those haunting visions of them spiraling through my mind in the dead of night, walking through that strange... void, rewinding time to stop that horrific car crash that has stolen them from me.
