Why has he come here?
Moving silently, he steps into the corner of the library, casting a curious eye over the rows of books. After a moment, his hand reaches out, selecting one. He reads the title softly to himself, only to shake his head. "No, it's not this one." Setting it back, he continues his search until he spots another book with a thick, dusty cover. As he reads the title, his face lights up for an instant. "Yes! This is it," he whispers with a hint of satisfaction. This is a book that knows the meaning of dreams.
Settling into a chair, he opens the book, anticipation on his face as he flips through the pages, eager to find something meaningful. But as he reads, the satisfaction fades, and his expression grows dull. His fingers slow; there is nothing useful in this book after all. Frustrated, he closes it, sitting in silence for a moment, lost in thought.
Then, almost as an afterthought, he opens the last page, where he finds the author's name and address in faintly printed text. He lets out a small, satisfied smile. This information is enough for Kangha. He gently places the book back on the shelf, gives a final glance at the quiet library, and then steps out, leaving the floor—and the school—behind him.
Kangha descends the stone stairs of the school building.His mind still lingering on the author's name he had just discovered in the library. He takes a slow breath, letting the cool air of the morning fill his lungs, when his eyes catch sight of someone unfamiliar near the entrance.
A girl stands quietly by the school gate, she wears a long shirt down to her feet, covering her completely in soft, plain fabric. She had a bag loosely at her side, her gaze distant as she looks up at the imposing structure of the school, as if trying to take it all in at once.
Kangha pauses, curious, letting his gaze travel over her small, round face framed by thick-rimmed glasses. Her hair, long and dark, is neatly tied back in a ponitail, revealing a pair of strikingly large, expressive eyes. Her features are soft, yet strikingly clear—a delicate, straight nose and full, thoughtful lips. Though her presence is quiet and unassuming, there's something about her that catches his attention, something that feels… new.
She must be a new student, he thinks, and the idea brings a faint smile to his face. But he doesn't linger. With a small nod to himself, he continues down the last few steps and onto the path leading home. He can feel her presence behind him, still standing by the gate, as if lost in her own world.
As he walks, Kangha can't help but wonder who she is and what has brought her here. His steps slow for a moment, and he glances over his shoulder to see her one last time. Strange, he thinks, how a quiet stranger can change the air around them so completely.
With this thought, he turns back to the path ahead, leaving the school and its mysteries behind him—at least for today.
"Mother!" calls a sweet voice from behind, soft but filled with excitement. Miss Choi turns, recognizing the familiar voice instantly, and her face lights up as she sees her daughter, Jiyun, smiling back at her. With a joyful laugh, Miss Choi wraps her arms around Jiyun, holding her close in a warm embrace.
They're standing together in the garden, the morning sun casting a gentle glow over the school grounds. Miss Choi, still holding her daughter's hand lovingly, starts walking toward the rooms. "How was your journey, dear?" she asks, glancing at Jiyun's face.
"It was good, Mother," Jiyun replies, her eyes bright with happiness.
Miss Choi squeezes her hand. "You must be hungry. I'll make something you love."
"Yes, Mother," Jiyun nods eagerly, and with that, Miss Choi leads her to a cozy room. The room has a simple but inviting layout: a bed positioned by the window, where sunlight streams in gently, a cupboard with a fashioned wooden door, and a study table between the two, making it perfect for quiet study time or a restful view outside.
"You relax here," Miss Choi says, guiding her daughter toward the bed. "I'll bring you some food." With one last smile, she leaves, quietly closing the door behind her.
Jiyun sits on the bed, taking a deep breath and looking around the room with quiet satisfaction. This room is big and airy, she thinks to herself, feeling a sense of peace settle in. She closes her eyes for a moment, letting the feeling sink in, and thinks about how wonderful it is to finally be here.
Every view from this school is breathtakingly beautiful. Yet, there's an eerie feeling lingering in each corner, as if hidden eyes might be watching. It's beautiful… and dangerous, Ji Yeon thinks to herself, her mind wandering as she sits on the bed. But I have to be careful… I can't let anyone notice anything about me.
"Ji Yeon, what would you like to eat?" Her mother's gentle voice breaks through her thoughts. Miss Choi stands on the other side of the bed, a warm smile on her face, holding a tray of food. She looks at Ji Yeon, waiting patiently, love and care shining in her eyes.
Ji Yeon glances at her mother and then down at the food. "Yes, Mother. I'll eat," she replies, smiling softly. She reaches for the tray, but even as she does, her mind drifts back to Alexa.
After a quiet moment, she speaks again. "Mom… may I…?"
Miss Choi notices the hesitance in her daughter's voice and places a comforting hand on her shoulder, encouraging her to continue. But Ji Yeon hesitates, her thoughts circling around what she's been meaning to ask.
Ji Yeon looked out the window, her eyes focused on the school's entrance park. as if she were looking for something more.
"Can I ask you one thing?" she murmured in a soft, almost hesitant tone.
Miss Choi glanced over, catching the faintest hint of worry in Ji Yeon's expression, though she couldn't tell what was on her mind. Smiling gently, she nodded.
"Of course, Ji Yeon," she replied. "What is it?"
Ji Yeon kept her eyes on the park outside, pausing before she finally spoke again. "Is there… a danger here?"
The question hung in the air, unexpected, and Miss Choi felt her own heart quicken a little. She hadn't anticipated such a question, nor the serious look in Ji Yeon's eyes.
Miss Choi paused, considering her words before speaking. "Danger? No, there's no danger here. But… I need your help." Her voice was gentle but carried an undercurrent of urgency.
Ji Yeon turned toward her, eyebrows slightly raised. "Help? In what matter do you need my help?"
Miss Choi sighed, a shadow of regret in her expression. "I didn't want Kangha to leave here. He's the only one who can unlock the secrets of this place. But he's gone now, and I don't know when he'll come back."
There was something haunting in her words, a truth that Ji Yeon sensed Miss Choi fully believed. It made Ji Yeon's heart beat a little faster, a mixture of curiosity and worry taking root.
"The secrets… only he can reveal?" Ji Yeon asked, her voice filled with quiet wonder. "Why not us? Why not you or me?"
Miss Choi gave a faint, sad smile, shaking her head. "We're not as powerful or as intelligent as he is. Neither you nor I possess his abilities. But he—he's different. He has a power beyond what even he realizes. And that power… it's dangerous. If he chooses the wrong path, he could end up in harm's way. And if he faces it alone, it'll be easy for him to fall.And he died soon."
Ji Yeon feels the weight in Miss Choi's words, the fear and hope intertwined in her mother's gaze. Her own heart aches slightly with the enormity of it all.
"I want you to support him," Miss Choi says softly, her voice carrying both hope and urgency. "I want you to stay by his side… to become his companion."
Ji Yeon lifts her gaze, meeting her mother's eyes. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come. The realization settles over her, and her heart feels heavy yet determined.
"So… this is your purpose," she murmurs, understanding dawning in her eyes. "This is why you called me here?."
Miss Choi watches her daughter with a deep gaze, but Ji-Yeon seems to misunderstand her intentions, believing her mother sees her as someone else. However, is Ji-Yeon truly understanding her mother's feelings, or is she misinterpreting them?
Miss Choi is telling Ji-yeon that, although she doesn't want her to misunderstand,
"we are all like a family and we must support each other no matter what. And where."
My dear! I hope you were understand me.