Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

At first, I brushed it off as nothing—just coincidence or a minor fluke.

But when so-called coincidences repeat themselves again and again, they’re no longer just coincidences.

Two roof tiles had fallen.

One door had toppled over.

One shattered window had suddenly swung open.

And now, two more tiles smashed down in succession from the roof above.

It was getting hard not to ask the question out loud.

“Is... is there a ghost or something!?”

I clutched Hyang tightly to my chest.

Every hair on my back was standing on end.

Humans fear the unknown, and nothing embodies that fear more than ghosts.

‘I-I’m freaking terrified!’