"Are you sure this will work?" Minho asked. Gayoon cleaned her hands and looked around. She had thrown flour all over the kitchen floor and placed a chocolate right in front of the fridge.
"I think so," she said, feeling unsure. "A child ghost is usually harmless. Contrary to most beliefs, they're actually pure souls. They don't know anger or rage. Unless they're provoked, they won't attack. You just gotta be gentle with them."
"The flour will help us determine his location," she went on. "Once he steps on the flour, his footprints will show on the floor. The chocolate can lure him here. Once he comes here, all we gotta do is talk to him and convince him to move on."
For some reason, Minho felt uneasy at the thought of a child ghost. For someone so young to lose his life and be all alone in the cold was something which bothered him.
