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"The university? Check! The course to take? Check! The things to bring? Check! The place to stay? Um... not sure..." Staying inside the university for the most of her college life was never planned by Erinn Tiana Morales but the final say was never hers. Before she could burst out from her parents' long speech, she moved into the school dormitory. On her first step in the place, as someone who has a 'third eye' and often sees those who can't be seen by normal people, she was delighted not to see any loitering souls. However, not long after, she met Felix Israel Villanueva, a guy who's followed by a crowd of ghosts. In the midst of the cold night, to Erinn's surprise, Felix asked her to be his 'eye'.
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