The Rain fell over Incheon as if the sky felt sorry for him.
Han Jihoon sat in silence, hugging his knees on the cold floor of his dark bedroom. The sound of
thunder outside was the only voice that didn't blame him.
He had no friends. His stepmother never smiled at him. His father looked at him like a failure – a waste of space .
"Why are you like this?"
"You embarrass us."
"Can't you just disappear?"
Those words didn't hurt anymore. He was used to them. They were part of his daily life - like the meals he wasn't allowed to eat, or the injuries no one noticed.
But that night, at 2:00 a.m., everything changed.
A strange black mist gathered in the corner of his room. It didn't move like smoke. It moved like it was alive.
A voice echoed inside his skull - low, deep, ancient.
"Han Jihoon..."
"Do you wish to be seen?"
"Do you want power greater than gods... to make them all regret ignoring you?"