Seoul Object Story

Why is it that wherever I go with James, chaos seems to follow?

Take the area near Trinity Research Institute, for example—prime real estate, high housing prices, the whole shebang—turned into a living nightmare the second I showed up with him.

People were flooding out of the alleyways like some twisted parade. Hundreds of people, eyes wide and wild with madness, spilling into the streets. It was like watching a horror movie unfold, one where the nightmare doesn’t end when you wake up.

Then there were the screams—those lovely sounds of people being scorched by James’ trigger-happy bodyguards. Those screams? Yeah, they lodged themselves right in my brain, like they had no plans of leaving anytime soon.

I was pretty sure those screams were going to haunt me, popping up in every nightmare from now on.

But then, as if the universe decided to throw me a bone, something odd happened. Like a sudden shift in the wind, the crazed residents of Gwanak-gu stopped dead in their tracks, fear plastered on their faces as they bolted in every direction.

Right then, James decided it was a good time to look up at the sky. Naturally, I followed his lead, and what do I see? The sky, torn open like some monster had slashed it with its claws.

The tear vanished quickly, but I wasn’t about to dismiss it. Something dangerous was out there—-no doubt about it.

“James, let’s bail out of Gwanak-gu. This whole place feels off…”

Fortunately, his bodyguards were on the same page as me.

I mean, who in their right mind would want to stick around a hellhole crawling with Object-possessed residents? But James? Noooooooo, he had other ideas.

“No, let’s head to Trinity Research Institute. I need to figure out what’s going on.”

James insisted, pulling out a rock from his tightly sealed bag, like that was going to solve anything.

The rock in James’ hand started pulsing, glowing brighter and dimmer like it was trying to mimic a heartbeat. Because that’s exactly what we needed right now—a rock with a pulse.