Nick holds on to Baek Joon Woo's sleeve as they make their way through the narrow corridors. The red walls are velvety, warm, and wet -- an awkward combination that adds to his apprehension.
The mocking susurration in faint music adds to his anxiety. A few hooded figures brush past them. Even if he is only eighteen, Nick can guess that none of these people is normal.
He feels like he is walking through a horror house. If a ghost pops up suddenly, he won't be surprised.
"Hello." A tall lanky figure pops up right at that moment. He gives them a wide smile that reveals his rotten yellow teeth. "Welcome to the Bazaar."
"Oh my god!" Nick cries as he takes a step back. "It's a ghost!"
The man widens his eyes in shock. His long face turns pale as his round eyes become rounder and bigger. "Ghost? Where?"
"Why…" Baek Joon Woo exhales. "Nick, this is not a ghost."
Shivering, Nick is holding tightly onto Oliver. "He is more than eight feet tall."
