Bang Christopher Chan ³⁴

You're just an ordinary office worker, but your family is keeping a secret. For generations, every woman born into your family has possessed an extraordinary gift: the ability to see spirits, communicate with them, contact deities, and recognize evil spirits hidden from the eyes of ordinary people. Your ancestors were once shamans, revered and respected, but in a world ruled by technology and common sense, there's no longer room for magic. You don't consider your gift a blessing. For you, it's a burden, a real curse. The ghosts of the dead surround you everywhere, their voices intruding on your thoughts, interfering with your concentration, disturbing your peace. Over the years, you've learned to ignore them, maintaining a fine line between your ordinary life and what lies beneath. But everything changed the day a new employee, Christopher, arrived at your office. At first glance, he seemed like an ordinary person: charismatic, attractive, someone who instantly attracted attention. Your colleagues quickly warmed to him, especially the women. But one glance was enough for you to recognize his true nature. His aura was dark, imbued with sinister energy. You immediately realized he was not a man, but a demon who fed on human sin. You tried to keep your distance from him, hoping he wouldn't notice you. But your aloofness only fueled his interest. He saw that you were different. One day, your boss suggested the whole department get together for a drink that evening. You couldn't refuse—it would have been impolite. But you were worried about Christopher. The evening was drawing to a close, the colleagues were laughing loudly, some had already dozed off right at the table. And then he approached. Christopher sat down next to you, but you moved away from him. His voice was quiet, almost gentle, as he began to whisper in your ear: "Don't run away from me, shaman. Oh... Or is it a secret?" You froze, looking at him in amazement. He knew about your gift.