The Lei Mansion was peaceful—too peaceful.
Which meant only one thing.
Asiya was awake.
In the living room, Asiya lay sprawled across the sofa in a position that completely ignored posture, elegance, and basic human dignity. Her hair was slightly messy, one leg hung off the edge, and an open snack packet rested casually on her stomach. She looked like someone who had absolutely no responsibilities in life—and intended to keep it that way.
Behind her, however, the situation was very different.
A long-haired ghost stood quietly, holding a hand fan and moving it back and forth with careful attention, as if afraid of making a mistake. Near the table, another ghost crouched down, nervously arranging snacks into a neater pile, while a third one peeked out from behind the curtain, its expression filled with pure anxiety.
"…Why are we doing this?" the one behind the curtain whispered.
"Because she asked," the ghost with the fan replied in a resigned tone.
"That's not a reason."
"That is the reason."
Without even opening her eyes, Asiya spoke lazily, "Fan faster."
The ghost immediately increased its speed. "Yes."
A moment later, Jun walked into the living room—and stopped.
What he saw was simple.
Asiya, lying on the sofa.
A hand fan… floating in the air.
Moving.
On its own.Slowly.
Jun blinked once.Then twice.
"…Nope."
He turned around and immediately started walking out.
"Come back," Asiya said without moving.
Jun stopped but did not turn around. "I don't want to."
"You're being dramatic."
Slowly, Jun turned back and pointed directly at the floating fan.
"Explain."
Asiya glanced at it briefly. "Oh. That."
She paused.
"Air circulation."
Jun's voice rose instantly. "IT'S MOVING BY ITSELF."
Asiya remained calm. "You're moving by yourself too. No one questioned that."
"THAT'S DIFFERENT."
"Debatable."
Behind her, the ghost hesitated mid-motion. "…Should I stop?"
"No," Asiya replied.
The fan continued moving.
Jun covered his face. "I'm going to pretend this is normal."
At that moment, a servant entered. "Sir, a guest—"
Before he could finish, Gu Yan stepped into the room.
Jun immediately straightened, his expression turning cold. "You again."
Gu Yan didn't react. "I came to thank her."
Jun crossed his arms. "You've already done that."
Ignoring him, Gu Yan's gaze shifted toward Asiya—and then paused.
At the floating fan.
A brief silence followed.
"…You're not even hiding it?" he asked.
"Too much effort," Asiya replied casually.
Gu Yan's eyes moved slightly, pausing at the exact spot where the ghost stood. He didn't say anything, but there was a subtle awareness in his gaze.
Jun pointed again, frustrated. "Do you see that?"
Gu Yan replied calmly, "I see enough."
"THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER."
Gu Yan placed a box on the table.
"For you."
Asiya didn't move at all.
Instead, she said, "You. Open."
Jun looked around. "Who are you talking to?"
The ghost froze.
"Asiya," Jun said slowly, "there's no one—"
"You," she repeated.
Jun stared at her. "Why me?"
"Because you're closest."
Jun narrowed his eyes. "You just don't want to move."
"Correct."
Sighing, Jun opened the box.
Inside—chocolates.
Immediately, Asiya sat up.
"Oh."
Jun stared at her in disbelief. "That got a reaction?"
She picked one up, took a bite, paused for a second, and then nodded.
"Accepted."
Gu Yan watched her quietly. "You're easy to satisfy."
Asiya leaned back again. "I have simple needs."
From behind, a ghost whispered softly, "…She does not."
Suddenly, the curtain shifted.
On its own.Jun froze.
Then the snack packet on the table lifted slightly, adjusted itself, and moved closer to Asiya.
Jun turned slowly, his face blank.
"Okay," he said.
A pause.
"I'm leaving."
He started walking away again.
"Sit," Asiya said.
"No."
"You're being rude in front of a guest."
Jun stopped, turned around, walked back, and sat down—angrily.
Gu Yan watched everything in silence.
Then, a faint smile appeared.
"…You're used to this."
"I AM NOT," Jun snapped immediately.
Gu Yan looked at Asiya again, more carefully this time.
"You're not controlling it."
Asiya glanced at him. "Obviously."
A pause.
"They just listen."
Jun immediately reacted, "WHO IS 'THEY'—"
"Air circulation."
"STOP SAYING THAT."
Without warning, a ghost suddenly rushed past Asiya in panic.
"IT'S BACK—"
The table shook slightly.
Jun jumped to his feet. "WHAT WAS THAT?!"
Asiya casually grabbed a pillow and threw it forward.
Mid-air.
The pillow hit something invisible—and dropped.
Silence.Jun stared.
"You threw that at nothing."
Asiya shook her head slightly. "Wrong."
She paused.
"That was something."
"THAT DOESN'T HELP."
Gu Yan's expression changed slightly.
Serious now.
"You felt it too?"
Asiya nodded once. "Yeah."
Then she picked up another chocolate.
"And I'm ignoring it."
Jun stared at her like she had lost her mind. "YOU CAN'T IGNORE IT—"
Asiya leaned back comfortably.
"Watch me."
A quiet silence settled in the room.
Gu Yan looked at her for a moment.
"You really don't take anything seriously."
Asiya didn't look at him.
"I take the important things seriously."
A pause.
Then she added softly,
"You're already back. That's done."
The room fell silent again.
Gu Yan held her gaze for a brief moment.
Then he nodded.
"…Thank you."
Asiya waved her hand lazily. "Yeah, yeah."
Jun muttered under his breath, "I'm surrounded by insane people."
Behind Asiya, the fan suddenly sped up.
Jun's eyes widened.
"…I SAW THAT."
Asiya didn't even blink.
"No, you didn't."
And just like that—
The peaceful chaos continued.
After a while, the strange atmosphere in the living room slowly settled down, although Jun still looked like he was one step away from losing his sanity.
Gu Yan did not stay long. He had said what he came to say, and although his gaze lingered on Asiya for a moment longer than necessary, he eventually turned and left without another word. Jun walked him out, his expression still guarded and unfriendly, making it very clear that whatever had happened did not make them allies.
When the door finally closed, the mansion became quiet again.
For a few seconds, nothing moved.
Then—
Jun walked back in, looked at Asiya, and said flatly, "If the fan moves one more time, I'm leaving this house permanently."
Asiya did not even look up from her phone. "Then don't look at it."
Jun stared at her for a long moment, clearly debating his life choices, before turning around and walking away without another word.
A few seconds later, his voice echoed faintly from the hallway—
"I mean it."
Asiya smiled slightly but said nothing.
Silence ReturnsThe room slowly emptied.
Servants left.Footsteps faded.
Doors closed.
And then—
Only Asiya remained.
The moment she was alone, the air changed.
It was subtle.
But real.
The playful laziness in her expression faded.
Not completely—
But enough.
She lowered her phone.Sat up.
And for the first time that day—
She looked around the room properly.
"Come out," she said quietly.
There was no immediate response.
For a few seconds, the room stayed still.
Then—
From the corner of the ceiling—
A faint shape appeared.Then another.
And another.
The ghosts.
Unlike before, they were not clumsy or chatty.
They stayed at a distance.
Silent.Careful.
Asiya leaned back slightly, resting her head against the sofa.
"Report."
The ghosts hesitated.
One of them finally moved forward a little.
"…It's different this time," it said softly.
Asiya's eyes narrowed slightly.
"How many?" she asked.
"…We don't know," another ghost replied.
"…but it's not just one presence anymore."
A pause.
"It feels like… something is searching."
The room grew colder.
Asiya glanced at her wrist.
The faint mark was still there.
Barely visible—But undeniable.
"…Of course it is," she murmured.
The ghosts exchanged uneasy glances.
"It noticed you," one of them whispered.
Asiya's lips curved faintly.
"Let it."
The ghosts froze.
"…You're not worried?"
Asiya closed her eyes for a moment.
Then opened them again.
Calm.Steady.
"No," she said.
A pause.
"Worry doesn't change anything."
The room fell silent again.A Shift in Tone
Asiya slowly stood up.
Her movements were unhurried, but there was no trace of laziness now.
She walked toward the window.
Looked outside.The city was bright.
Alive.Normal.
But beneath it—
Something was wrong.
"…That thing wasn't the source," she said quietly.
The ghosts did not respond.
They already knew.
"It was just… a fragment."
A faint breeze passed through the room.
Cold.Unnatural.
Asiya's reflection in the glass shifted slightly.
For a brief moment—
It did not match her movement.
Then it returned to normal.
She noticed.But did not react.
The Truth She Doesn't Say
Asiya raised her hand slightly.
The air around her trembled faintly—
Almost imperceptibly.
"…Light bearer," she repeated under her breath.
The words felt unfamiliar.
Yet—Not entirely.
Her fingers tightened slightly.
"That wasn't supposed to happen," she said softly.
The ghosts grew more uneasy.
"…What wasn't?" one of them asked carefully.
Asiya did not answer immediately.
Instead, she looked down at her wrist again.
At the faint mark.
Then she said—
"I wasn't supposed to be seen."
Silence.Heavy.
The meaning of those words settled slowly.
A Small, Quiet Crack
For the first time—
There was something different in Asiya's expression.
Not fear.
But—Awareness.
Something had changed.
And she knew it.
"…It means the barrier is weaker than I thought," she added.
The ghosts stepped back slightly.
"…Will they come here?" one of them whispered.
Asiya smiled faintly.
"They already are."
The temperature dropped instantly.
A shadow flickered near the far wall—
Gone in a second.But it was enough.
The ghosts scattered slightly, panic flickering through them.
Asiya didn't move.
Instead—
She stretched lazily.
"Relax," she said.
A pause.
"If they come—"
Her eyes darkened slightly.
"I'll deal with them."Final Moment
She walked back to the sofa.
Sat down.
Picked up her phone again.
As if nothing had happened.
But—
Her gaze lingered for a second longer than usual.
And then—
She muttered quietly—
"…Next time, I won't let it run."
The room fell silent once more.