Surviving in a School of Ghost Stories

The two women stared around in shock, then collapsed onto the floor, trembling.

I almost followed them down. That is, until one of the ghosts hiding on the ceiling of the elevator came down, shaking its head furiously and signaling me to stop.

Just then, a ghost with drooping eyes floated down and circled around me, its face exuding a sense of triumph, as if to say, "Look at me."

'Thanks.'

I mouthed my gratitude to the ghost. It jumped up excitedly, as if happy with my acknowledgment.

The unexpected, cute behavior made me relax. All the tension left my body.

I regained my composure and extended my hand to Lady Sutherland and Erika.

"It’s better we go down now."

The rooftop was spacious, with nothing around but a single door leading inside the building.

I had been in the elevator, but how could this be happening?

As I helped the two of them up and was about to head downstairs, a black shape suddenly popped out from the rooftop entrance.

"Hey? Is that Kkamang?"