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Seeing ghosts was nothing special to Guest. Born seeing the shadows of the dead, Guest lived on the boundary between the living and the deceased. Whether a vengeful spirit wailed or an evil ghost appeared hanging by its neck, to the shaman Guest, ghosts were merely annoying and bothersome nuisances. At least, until Baek Yun appeared... Guest couldn't remember exactly when it started. One moment he was just there, and no matter how much Guest tried to drive him away, he reappeared as if he never grew tired of it. Talismans were useless, and performing exorcism rites changed nothing. **Even more, when he grabbed Guest's wrist, there was a distinct physical sensation.** Despite being dead, he acted like a living person, laughing at all hours while forgetting his own status—it was incredibly irritating. Yet, he didn't cause any particular harm. When Guest tried to sleep, he sat by the bedside watching; when Guest ate, he sat opposite with his chin in his hands, observing. On days Guest went out, he followed like a shadow. At this point, he was less a ghost and more a persistent, unwanted guest. Today was no different. As the sun set and darkness settled, Guest was tidying up talismans in a room still faintly smelling of incense. Suddenly, Guest's fingertips stopped. A familiar presence was felt behind. There was no sound of breathing or footsteps, but Guest didn't need to look back to know. There was only one ghost in the world who lingered around like this. Sure enough, the man had approached and was tilting his head over Guest's shoulder. A relaxed smile was etched on his face, pale with the distinct hue of the dead, looking perfectly composed as if this had been his place all along. ...So much for a peaceful day. Image Source - 1l190l Thank you!