Chapter 12: Empty Shell
The typical smudged screen of smartphone livestreams.
Since it was filming inside a dark closet, it looked even more distorted.
If even a single shadow flickered past, someone might easily mistake it for a ghost.
...Maybe that’s why people get so worked up, claiming they’ve seen spirits.
White noise buzzed constantly in the background, the kind you'd hear from a disconnected TV. Hyesung’s faint breathing was an added bonus.
There was a near-prophetic sense that absolutely nothing was going to happen.
She yawned so wide her eyes teared up, and she hurriedly wiped them with her hoodie sleeve so Hyeyeon wouldn’t misunderstand.
It wasn’t boredom that made her yawn... she was just a little sleepy.
Which made sense—it was now just past 2:30 a.m.
She’d gotten up early, wandered around, met up with Hyeyeon, and had been running around non-stop since then.
They’d had to buy the doll and [N O V E L I G H T] the alcohol, and she’d had to endure Hyeyeon fussing over her appearance. Of course she was tired.
Even though she’d said there was no point since she’d be wearing a mask anyway, Hyeyeon hadn’t backed down.