Chi-Woo looked a bit taken aback by Chi-Hyun’s sudden question.

“Repeat which part?”

“Describe how the environment looked again.”

Chi-Woo rummaged through his memories and slowly said, “…It was dark.”

“…”

“The city, the sky, and even the ground…everything I saw was black, as if all the colors in the world had disappeared…”

“And?”

“And…ah,” Chi-Woo gasped, “I think I heard voices of the dead at the end.”

“Voices of the dead?”

“Well, you know the things the dead say.” Recalling what just happened sent shivers down Chi-Woo’s spine. “I…couldn’t help but turn back. Their voices grew closer to me quickly…like they were coming for me…”

Chi-Hyun looked at his frightened brother in disbelief and thought, ‘If he heard the voices of the dead, it must mean we are dealing with a spiritual monster…’ As his brother, Chi-Hyun knew what kind of life Chi-Woo lived on Earth. Since he was born, Chi-Woo had grown up seeing things he shouldn’t have and stayed in churches, temples, and shaman homes to counter that. Thus, Chi-Woo was someone who was hardly fazed by most spirits. And yet he was shaking in fear right now because of a spiritual encounter. It didn’t appear like he was acting either, nor was it a time to crack jokes.

‘That means a spiritual monster formidable enough to instill fear in my brother appeared.’ When Chi-Hyun connected this fact with the environment that Chi-Woo described, his eyes narrowed. A long silence followed, and Chi-Woo felt a mix of anxiety and relief while looking at Chi-Hyun’s slightly...