2
Hanni ran.
Her feet pounded against the wet pavement, her steps hurried, her breath ragged. The cold night air seeped into her bones, but that wasn’t what made her shiver.
There was something behind her.
Or… was it just her imagination?
Ever since leaving the gallery, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling that clutched at her chest. As if something was following her. As if there were eyes piercing into the back of her neck, making her hairs stand on end.
Yet every time she turned around, there was no one there.
Only the empty, desolate streets, dimly lit by flickering streetlights.
Damn it. What the hell is happening?
Hanni’s chest rose and fell as she finally slowed her pace, stopping at an empty bus stop. The pale neon light from the shelter cast a faint glow over the worn-out wooden bench, while an old, tattered poster swayed gently against the glass wall, stirred by the night breeze.
She pulled her jacket tighter, trying to warm her trembling body.
I can’t go home right now.
The thought hit her instantly, pushing away any intention of leaving. If she went home, her parents would know she had sneaked out in the middle of the night. And if they found out…
Who knows what kind of punishment I’ll get this time?
Her hands clenched on her lap, her fingers ice-cold. Her eyes stared blankly at the empty road, where only the occasional blur of passing cars sped by, too busy to notice a lone girl sitting at a bus stop in the dead of night.
I have to wait until it’s late enough… until they’re asleep…
Hanni let out a deep breath, but the unease in her chest didn’t subside. She could still feel it—something lingering around her, something she couldn’t put into words.
As if something was moving in the darkness, creeping closer without a sound.
From a distance, hidden within the shadows of a darkened building, Minji watched Hanni.
The black mist shrouding her body slithered through the air, curling and twisting like sentient smoke, dancing between the cold night breeze. The air around her grew heavier, colder, as if her very presence drained warmth from the world itself. Minji’s pitch-black eyes—devoid of light, devoid of life—remained fixed on the girl at the bus stop, unblinking, yet burning with an eerie intensity.
Slowly, she ran her tongue over her lips, savoring the faint trace of blood still lingering there. The sensation spread warmth through her throat, stabbing deep into something she couldn’t quite define.
Not just the taste of her blood.
But Hanni herself.
Minji could feel it—the void nestled within the girl, a bottomless pit hidden behind every smile and gaze she offered the world. Wounds unseen, yet woven into her very existence. Pain buried so well that to everyone else, she seemed like just another ordinary girl.
But Minji wasn’t fooled.
People like Hanni were the most fragile.
The easiest to manipulate.
The most… fascinating to play with.
Minji’s lips curled into a slow, widening smile—the kind worn by someone who had just found a new, thrilling source of entertainment.
This will be fun.
But she knew better than to approach the girl in her true form. That would be too fast. Too suspicious. Hanni wasn’t ready yet.
So, with one graceful motion, Minji lifted her hand. The black mist surrounding her began to swirl, flowing into her body, reshaping her existence. Her form shrank, growing leaner, until slowly, it transformed into something less alarming. Something that could approach without raising suspicion.
When the mist faded, all that remained was a white cat with soft fur, its eyes gleaming like black gems shimmering under the streetlight.
With light, elegant steps, Minji walked toward the bus stop, her tail swaying gently, every movement flowing like a living shadow.
There, Hanni sat with her head lowered, lost in thought. Her shoulders slumped slightly, her fingers clasped together on her knees, her breaths deep and slow—drained.
But then, something touched her foot.
A soft brush, almost like a whisper of wind.
Hanni flinched. Her once-drowsy eyes sharpened as she looked down, searching for the source of the touch.
A white-furred cat sat near her feet, its tail curled neatly, its large eyes gazing up at her innocently. The streetlight reflected off its pristine silver-white coat, as if it had never been touched by dust or dirt.
“Oh…”
For a moment, Hanni just stared, but her initial surprise quickly softened into something gentler—a small, faint smile appearing on her lips.
“Hey there, little one… Where did you come from?” Her voice came out quietly, almost a whisper.
She reached out her hand, allowing the cat to sniff her fingers before the tiny creature rubbed its head against her palm affectionately.
Warm. Soft.
Hanni’s smile grew a little wider, and for the first time that night, her heart felt just a bit lighter.
She carefully lifted the cat, placing it onto her lap, her fingers instinctively stroking the silky fur beneath her touch.
“You’re out here all alone?” she murmured, her eyes still fixed on the small creature in her lap. “A stray, huh?”
The cat let out a tiny meow, its voice almost resembling a quiet chuckle. Then, it nuzzled against Hanni’s neck, its fur brushing gently against her skin.
Hanni chuckled softly. “Such a clingy little thing, huh?”
She pulled the cat closer to her chest, embracing its small, warm body. For some reason, there was something comforting about this moment—as if, for just a second, the world felt a little less cruel.
But then, something changed.
In a swift motion—too fast—sharp claws dug into the skin of her neck.
“Ah!”
A sharp sting spread from the tiny wound. Hanni quickly let go of the cat, her hand instinctively reaching for her neck.
Blood.
She looked at her fingers. A single bright red drop clung to the tip. A small wound, but enough to make her heart race.
“What the hell…”
But before she could say anything more, the cat moved.
In one fluid leap, it climbed onto her shoulder, its claws gripping onto her clothes.
And before Hanni could react—something unexpected happened.
The cat’s tongue swept over the wound on her neck.
Warm.
Soft.
But… wrong.
A chilling sensation spread through Hanni’s body, her breath catching in her throat.
There was something disturbingly off about the way the cat licked her wound.
Too slow.
Too deliberate.
Too… hungry.
Hanni’s heartbeat pounded erratically. Panicked, she shoved the cat off her shoulder.
“What the hell are you?!” Her voice trembled, breath uneven.
The cat landed lightly on the pavement, unfazed.
And in that moment—Hanni saw it.
The cat’s eyes changed.
What was once innocent and wide now gleamed with something deeper, darker.
Something… human.
As if something that wasn’t a cat was staring back at her.
A cold shiver ran down Hanni’s spine, freezing her fingers in place.
What is this?
Why does it feel… like I’m being hunted?
The cat didn’t move.
It only watched.
Then, slowly… it licked its lips.
As if savoring the lingering taste of Hanni’s blood on its tongue.
The night wind blew stronger. The bus stop light flickered once, then died for a brief second before coming back on.
Hanni couldn’t move.
She could only stare at the cat… and feel the creeping fear slither into her bones.
Something was wrong.
Something was very, very wrong.
And right where it sat, the cat…
Kept watching her.
Hanni pressed her hand against her stinging neck. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her heart still pounded from what had just happened. She stared at the white cat—the creature that, just moments ago, had seemed adorable, but now only made her skin crawl.
Something was off.
Its eyes… its gaze…
Hanni swallowed hard. She could no longer convince herself that this was just a coincidence.
There was something deeply unnatural about that cat.
She pulled her jacket tighter as the piercing night air grew colder. Without a second thought, she rose from the bus stop bench. Her body trembled slightly, but she ignored it. She had to leave.
Without looking back, Hanni began walking away from the bus stop. Her steps were hurried, almost like someone fleeing. She didn’t care where her feet took her; she just wanted to get away from that cat as quickly as possible.
Her pace quickened.
Yet, that strange feeling remained.
As if… she was still being watched.
The night wind howled, carrying the sound of dry leaves scraping against the asphalt. Hanni didn’t dare turn around. She just kept walking, eyes fixed straight ahead.
Just a feeling. It’s just a cat. Nothing strange about it.
She repeated those words in her mind, trying to calm herself. But the unease refused to fade.
Just a few meters from the bus stop, she unconsciously glanced at the shadow behind her.
And at that moment, she held her breath.
The cat hadn’t moved.
It was still sitting in the same spot.
But what made her blood run cold wasn’t that it hadn’t followed her.
It was the fact that the cat… was still staring at her.
Its dark, bottomless eyes seemed to pierce into her mind, locking onto her with an intensity that made her stomach churn.
God… why am I so scared?
Hanni immediately turned away, walking even faster.
Don’t look back. Don’t look back.
Her steps grew more frantic, the sound of her shoes echoing along the empty sidewalk. The streetlights around her felt dimmer than before, their elongated shadows stretching across the asphalt, darker and more menacing.
Hanni knew she couldn’t stay outside any longer. She had to get home. No matter what, home was safer than this place.
With her heart still pounding, she finally turned into a narrow alley leading to her neighborhood.
Leaving the cat… alone at the bus stop.
The moment Hanni disappeared from sight, something changed.
The night air grew colder. The sounds around the bus stop faded, as if the whole world had paused for a brief moment.
The white cat still sat on the bench, lowering its head slightly, as if sighing.
Then…
Its body began to shift.
A thin, black mist curled around its fur. Slowly, the small shape stretched and expanded, morphing into something that was no longer a cat.
Where the feline had once been, now stood a girl with long hair, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
Minji.
She stood gracefully under the glow of the streetlight, arms crossed, still feeling the lingering warmth of Hanni’s embrace from earlier.
Her sharp eyes flicked toward the road the girl had just taken.
“She’s so sweet…” she murmured, her voice low and soft, as if speaking to herself.
She raised her hand, examining her fingers—stained with a faint trace of blood. Hanni’s blood.
Slowly, she licked it.
The metallic taste touched her tongue, sending a wave of pleasure through her body.
“Warm.”
Minji’s smile widened.
“And so, so delicious.”
There was something about Hanni that was utterly intoxicating. Not just her blood, but her very essence. The girl possessed something different from any human Minji had encountered before. There was an emptiness in her, hidden wounds, fears she buried deep within herself.
People like that… were the easiest to play with.
Minji stretched out her arms, feeling the cold air swirl around her. She hadn’t felt this powerful since returning to the world. Perhaps because of Hanni.
That girl had given her something she had long been starving for.
And now, Minji wanted more.
More fear.
More panic.
More of Hanni.
She gazed at the now-deserted street, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Hanni might think she could just walk away.
That she could leave the strange cat behind at the bus stop and everything would be fine.
But she was wrong.
Minji closed her eyes, allowing her dark mist to spread into the night air.
Hanni had stepped into the game.
And Minji?
She wasn’t done playing.
...
This city never truly slept.
Even when most people had retreated to their homes, certain places remained alive—like a heartbeat that never stopped.
And Minji knew exactly where to find them.
A cold breeze drifted through the air as she strolled along the sidewalk. Her black boots tapped against the damp asphalt, leaving faint traces behind. The streetlights cast a glow over her pale skin, making her appear like a ghostly silhouette floating in the darkness.
In the distance, the pounding beat of music pulsed from within a large building, its neon sign flickering with electric hues.
“Havoc.”
A nightclub that never slept.
A haven for human indulgence.
Minji’s lips curled into a small smile. She could smell the distinct aroma emanating from the place—the scent of people drowning in their escapes, trying to fill their voids with alcohol, music, and fleeting touches.
So easy.
Humans like them were the simplest to manipulate.
Minji stepped inside.
The moment the doors opened, a wave of sound crashed over her.
Electronic music thundered through the dimly lit space, vibrating against the walls bathed in red and violet hues. The air was thick with the mix of alcohol and overly sweet perfumes, a heady concoction that nearly masked the underlying scent of desperation.
The room was packed. Humans danced in reckless abandon, laughing, drinking, flirting—completely oblivious to how fragile they truly were.
Minji moved effortlessly through the crowd, her eyes glimmering as she scanned the faces around her, searching for the easiest prey.
And then she found him.
A young man slumped at the bar, his body swaying slightly from one too many drinks. He wore a black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his gaze hazy, a half-empty glass dangling from his fingers.
Minji smirked.
Too easy.
With fluid grace, she approached, her presence sliding through the crowd like a whisper of smoke. She took a seat beside him, resting her chin on her hand as she cast him a sly glance.
“Alone?”
Her voice was barely more than a murmur, yet it was enough to catch his attention.
The man turned his head, his drunken eyes unfocused at first. But then, as he took in Minji’s face, his expression shifted.
Entranced.
As if he had just laid eyes on something that shouldn’t exist in this world.
“Uh… yeah,” he mumbled, his voice thick.
Minji smiled, reaching out to pluck his drink from his hand, taking a delicate sip. She tasted nothing—alcohol had no effect on creatures like her—but he didn’t need to know that.
“You look bored,” she teased.
The man chuckled. “Maybe… but not anymore.”
Minji let out a soft, knowing laugh. Too easy.
She locked eyes with him, letting her gaze draw him in. He swallowed hard, his body tensing slightly. He probably thought it was just natural attraction to a mysterious, beautiful stranger.
But in truth, he was already ensnared.
“How about we go somewhere quieter?” Minji whispered against his ear, her cold fingers tracing along his jawline.
The man didn’t hesitate.
“Sure…”
They left the club, stepping into a secluded alley beside the building. Here, the music dulled, leaving only the faint echo of bass in the distance.
Minji walked ahead, leading him deeper into the shadows. Her steps were light—almost as if she were gliding above the ground.
“This is quiet enough, isn’t it?” she said, turning to face him with a teasing smile.
The man swallowed, probably thinking this would be the best night of his life.
But he was wrong.
Before he could say another word, Minji moved—too fast.
Her hand gripped the collar of his shirt, shoving him against the cold brick wall. His eyes widened, shock flickering through his drunken haze.
“What—”
Minji pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh… I promise, this will be fun.”
He couldn’t move. His muscles locked in place, as if frozen by some unseen force. His eyes flickered with growing terror.
Minji leaned in, inhaling his trembling breath. “You know what I love most about humans?”
He couldn’t answer.
Minji’s grin widened, her eyes darkening—too dark.
“Their life.”
And in a heartbeat, her fingers plunged into his chest.
A muffled scream echoed through the alley.
By the time it ended, the only thing left was an empty, lifeless husk.
Minji wiped her lips, satisfaction coursing through her veins.
The night was still young.
And she was just getting started.
Minji’s steps were slow and unhurried as she emerged from the narrow alley. The click of her boots echoed against the wet pavement, blending with the satisfied breath that slipped past her lips.
The night was still cold, but not unpleasantly so. Not for Minji. A lingering warmth remained in her body, something that slowly seeped into every pore of her skin.
The boy’s energy was still flowing through her—a foreign yet intoxicating sensation of life.
She halted at the edge of the street, allowing the neon lights of the nightclub to cast shifting colors onto her pale skin. Raising her hand, she studied the fingers that had just touched the boy’s body. The fingers that had absorbed his life.
She could feel everything.
His final fear.
The remnants of his panic.
The scream that had never escaped his throat.
Minji closed her eyes for a moment.
Savoring the sensation.
This was different from the taste of Hanni’s blood.
Hanni felt more... pure, more complex.
But the others—people like that boy? They were just energy sources, to be consumed in a single breath.
When Minji opened her eyes again, they were sharper, darker.
A faint smile played on her lips as she stepped forward, back into the city that still pulsed with its own life.
Yet, something nagged at the edges of her mind.
While absorbing the boy’s energy, she had felt something unusual within herself.
Like a hunger that hadn’t been satisfied.
Not an ordinary hunger. This was a different kind of thirst.
And she knew exactly who could quench it.
Hanni.
The night sky grew darker.
Minji walked through the empty alleyways, letting her fingertips brush against the cold brick walls. Her pace was unhurried but deliberate.
She knew where to go.
She knew who was unknowingly waiting for her.
In the distance, the nightclub’s music still throbbed, but the farther she walked, the quieter the world around her became.
Only the whisper of the wind remained, carrying the lingering scent of the evening rain.
Minji stopped at a small intersection, letting her gaze sweep over the deserted streets.
In this part of the city, there was no one else.
No one to see her.
No one to know what she had just done.
Only the night bore witness.
Minji looked up at the sky. The full moon shone faintly, partially veiled by drifting clouds.
A small smile curved on her lips.
---
The evening sky burned orange as Hanni stepped out of the campus building, her bag slung over her shoulder, her mind preoccupied with the assignments she had yet to finish. Her steps were light, but something felt off in her chest.
She had been restless all day.
She didn’t know why.
Maybe it was because of last night—the white cat, its strange gaze, and the way her skin prickled when the small creature licked her wound.
But it was just a cat, right?
Nothing worth dwelling on.
Hanni let out a long sigh, forcing her thoughts elsewhere. Tonight, she had to go to the gallery.
As she walked through the hallway, now nearly empty, the late afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting long shadows on the cool tiled floor.
But before she could take another step—
Something seized her wrist.
"Yaa—!"
Hanni gasped as she was yanked forcefully into an empty classroom beside her.
The door clicked shut behind her, swallowing her voice along with the silence that filled the room.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath caught.
Instinctively, her hands moved to push away whoever had pulled her in, to scream for help.
But then—her eyes met a pair of deep, black ones staring back at her.
Hanni’s mind suddenly went blank.
As if something had wrapped around her consciousness, muffling her voice, rendering her body immobile.
Minji.
The girl stood before her, dangerously close.
So real.
Hanni could feel the faint coldness radiating from Minji’s body, but beneath that, there was something stronger—an unsettling warmth.
Minji gazed at her with an unreadable expression, as if she had been waiting for this moment, as if she longed for something only Hanni could give.
In an instant, Minji pulled her into an embrace.
There was no resistance.
No scream.
Hanni just stood there, letting herself sink into the embrace.
Why... why did her body feel so light?
Minji’s arms tightened around her, her fingers slipping into Hanni’s hair, stroking it gently.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing, intertwined in the silent air.
“You’re warm,” Minji whispered, her voice like a cold breeze against Hanni’s skin.
Hanni didn’t respond.
She couldn’t.
A thin veil of black mist began to seep from Minji’s body, curling around Hanni in a soft, almost ethereal swirl—like the fog that blankets the mountains in the early morning.
But beneath its gentleness, there was something terrifying. Something that was slowly consuming her.
And then, everything faded.
---
“Hanni?”
The voice startled her.
She blinked several times, the dim glow of the gallery lights greeting her vision.
What...?
How did she get here?
Hanni’s breath hitched as she took in her surroundings.
She was standing inside the gallery.
Jihoon was in front of her, his brows furrowed in confusion.
“I’ve been calling you, but you weren’t responding,” Jihoon said hesitantly.
Hanni parted her lips, but it took a few seconds for her to find her voice.
“I...”
I what?
Her forehead creased. Her head felt heavy, as if something had been wiped from her memory—like a missing piece of a puzzle.
She tried to recall.
What was the last thing she did?
She remembered leaving campus... walking to the gallery...
And then?
Then what?
Hanni bit her lip. Why couldn’t she remember anything between those two moments?
Something was wrong.
But Jihoon was still watching her, clearly waiting for an answer.
“I... just feel a little dizzy,” Hanni finally said, trying to sound convincing.
Jihoon sighed and shrugged. “If you’re too tired, you don’t have to push yourself. I can handle things here.”
Hanni quickly shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”
She couldn’t show her confusion. Not in front of Jihoon.
“I just... feel like time moved too fast.”
She forced a small smile, even as unease twisted inside her.
She felt like someone waking up from a long dream.
But the problem was—
She couldn’t remember what she had dreamed about.
And worse...
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to.
The gallery felt emptier than usual.
The dim lighting cast long shadows against the wooden floor, which creaked softly beneath Hanni’s steps. The familiar scent of oil paint and aged wood lingered in the air, yet something felt different.
Or was it just her imagination?
Hanni stood still in the center of the room, trying to make sense of how she had gotten here.
She remembered leaving campus. Then...
What?
She frowned. No answer came.
No matter how hard she tried, there was a gap in her memory.
Something missing.
For a moment, she glanced down at her hands, as if searching for a clue. Her fingers felt cold.
Not just ordinary cold—but as if something had touched her, enveloped her, and left only a faint trace behind.
Black mist.
Hanni swallowed hard.
She didn’t understand where that thought came from. It was only a fleeting sensation—a whisper of memory she couldn’t fully grasp.
She clenched her hands, pushing the feeling aside.
“Hanni?”
Jihoon’s voice pulled her from her thoughts.
Hanni turned to see him watching her with concern.
“You sure you’re okay?” Jihoon asked, softer this time.
Hanni hesitated before nodding. “I... I don’t know. I feel weird.”
Jihoon leaned against the table, studying her. “Weird how?”
Hanni opened her mouth.
But she had no words.
Because saying the truth would make her sound insane.
So she only shook her head.
“I think I’m just tired.”
Jihoon exhaled and nodded. “Alright. Sit down, I’ll make you some tea.”
Hanni nodded, saying nothing.
She walked over to a chair by the large window and sat, leaning back against it.
Outside, the night stretched across the city, lamplights casting golden reflections on the empty sidewalks.
Silence.
Yet within that silence, Hanni felt even more unsettled.
Why did it feel like she wasn’t alone?
Her eyes scanned the gallery room, examining every corner.
The paintings were still hanging in their places. There was no one else except Jihoon, who was busy in the corner, pouring hot water into a cup.
But still, that feeling didn’t go away.
As if something was still clinging to her.
Something she couldn’t see.
Meanwhile, in the dark corner of the room, a shadowy figure stood still.
Minji leaned her body against the wooden wall, her dark eyes observing Hanni’s every movement.
She didn’t fully reveal herself, letting the faint black mist shroud her body, hiding between the shadows.
But she was there.
She was always there.
Minji tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a small smile.
She could feel Hanni’s confusion.
And that confusion was beautiful.
Just as she wanted.
The feeling of loss, the fading memories, the seconds slipping between time—those were all part of the game she had been slowly building.
And Hanni wasn’t even aware of it.
Minji could still feel the warmth of Hanni’s body in her embrace earlier.
How the girl remained still in her arms, not fighting back, just surrendering to her grasp.
And for some reason… it felt so comforting.
So warm.
Minji lifted her hand, feeling the remnants of Hanni’s energy still lingering at her fingertips.
Not just the exhaustion of her soul.
But the warmth she carried.
Something that Minji… didn’t have.
Her eyes fixed on Hanni, who was still sitting near the window, the stream of streetlight casting her figure in a soft golden glow.
Minji wanted to touch her again.
To feel her again.
But she knew she couldn't rush.
She had to take her time.
Because Hanni…
Was hers now.
—
The night descended in silence.
Hanni walked carefully along the narrow sidewalk toward her home. Her steps felt heavy, as if something was holding her back from going inside.
She knew what was waiting for her behind that door.
Yet, just like every other night, she had no choice.
As she entered the narrow alley leading to her house, voices began to emerge from within. Not the sound of a television or normal conversation—but an argument.
Hanni stopped in front of the door, her ears catching her father’s booming voice.
"YOU WORTHLESS WOMAN! YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW YOU’VE BEEN CHEATING?!"
Her heart plummeted.
A loud slap echoed from inside, followed by her mother’s sharp cry of pain.
No.
Not tonight.
Her hands trembled as she reached for the door handle.
When she pushed it open, the sight inside made her chest tighten.
Her mother sat on the floor, her cheek red with the mark of a slap.
Above her, her father stood with bloodshot eyes, his face reeking of alcohol, his large hands clenched into fists.
The monster.
Slowly, her mother turned toward Hanni. Her eyes were hollow, full of exhaustion.
But it wasn’t her mother’s face that made Hanni freeze.
It was her father’s.
That look.
The look that had haunted her life for years.
The look that always made her afraid.
And just as she expected, the man turned his gaze to her now.
"You too, you useless brat!"
Her father took a step toward her, and like a reflex ingrained since childhood, Hanni bit her lip, lowered her head, wishing she could shrink, wishing she could disappear.
But tonight…
Something was different.
Hanni felt something unfamiliar within her.
A force… something rebellious.
Something whispering softly in her ear.
"Don’t let him touch you."
Hanni lifted her head.
And for the first time, her father looked surprised to see her.
Hanni didn’t realize how quickly she moved.
Within seconds, she grabbed the glass bottle from the table and smashed it against her father’s face.
CRASH!
The bottle shattered instantly. Her father staggered backward, blood seeping from his temple. Her mother gasped, but didn’t move.
Hanni was shocked too.
Not just because she had fought back for the first time in her life…
But because she didn’t feel afraid.
Only emptiness.
Her father glared at her with even greater fury, but this time, there was something else in his eyes.
Fear.
Because he realized something. That wasn’t the gaze of his daughter.
And Hanni realized it too. Because she didn’t feel like herself.
The hands that had been trembling now felt strong. Her usually short and shaky breaths were now steady.
And the most terrifying part…
She was enjoying this.
Hanni’s fingers moved on their own.
She smiled. But it wasn’t her smile.
A smile that didn’t belong to her at all.
And behind her, in the dark corner of the room…
Minji stood.
Controlling her body.
Minji’s smile was faint. She didn’t need to touch Hanni to take over.
Just a soft whisper in her mind. And look at the result.
Minji was enjoying this.
So much.
Because the weak and fragile Hanni was now starting to let something else slip inside her.
And what made it even more interesting…
Hanni wasn’t even aware that she was being manipulated.
Not yet.