Prologue The fine hair around her translucent skin stood on end all at once. It was an afternoon in a season where air conditioning suited better than heating—spring had passed, and summer was approaching. Not a ray of sunlight could be found in the sky, which had remained ominously overcast all day as though a torrential downpour wa...
Prologue The fine hair around her translucent skin stood on end all at once. It was an afternoon in a season where air conditioning suited better than heating—spring had passed, and summer was approaching. Not a ray of sunlight could be found in the sky, which had remained ominously overcast all day as though a torrential downpour was imminent. An unusually early, hazy darkness had draped itself outside the window. Seorin raised her hand and brushed her arm. A small café, not even 20 pyeong in size. Three tables. Shivering at the strange energy in the air, she continued tidying up. Although no official closing time was set, she planned to close earlier than usual today. She knew that dreams rarely matched reality, yet after repeatedly dreaming of being chased, her body felt heavy, and her
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