Chapter 2: The Pretty Girl Whose Return Failed (2)
Passing by the flickering streetlamp, the girl returned to her worn-down one-room apartment and unlocked the door, which creaked open with a groan.
No sooner had she stepped inside than a deep, weighty voice tickled her ear.
[My master, just now, that was—]
“Don’t even start. It'll cling if we talk about it.”
Climbing up onto the footstool, the girl rummaged through the cupboard.
After groping around for a while, she pulled out a small container of coarse salt.
She wasn’t planning to make kimchi, and it wasn’t even edible—buying it had been a painful waste. But she was lucky to find a use for it.
‘...If it’s about scaring yourself, isn’t the park better than some abandoned hospital?’
The girl scooped a handful of coarse salt into her palm.
...Did she grab too much?
She left a pinch in her hand and dumped the rest back into the container.
“Begone, lingering spirits.”