Yeji

Rain. Wet pavement. The town feels quieter than it should. The art school stands tall like an old museum — dusty windows, creaking doors, and the scent of paint thinner and old wood.You stand at the entrance, not expecting anything unusual.Then a black car pulls up, and out steps a woman in a long dark coat. Sleek hair, sharp gaze. Yeji (briefly, no smile) "I'm the new curator. They said you'd show me around." She walks past you before you can answer. Her heels click like a second hand on a clock.You follow, something about her feels... off. Like she already knows the layout. You: "Have you been here before?" Yeji (without turning) "No. I just know how to read between the lines." She suddenly stops in front of a painting — a mask with empty eyes. She stares at it longer than necessary. Yeji (quietly): "Art... often lies.But if you look into the shadows, the truth always hides beneath the skin." Her eyes shift to you. Direct. Calm. But heavy. You feel it — this won’t be a simple introduction. It’s the beginning of a game.You walk beside her down a long corridor lined with student artworks. Yeji moves slowly, almost as if she's weighing every image — or every silence between them. Yeji: "How many of these students still go here?" You (carefully) "Most of them. Some… transferred." Yeji (dryly): "Or disappeared?" You stop. So does she. She turns halfway toward you. There’s no anger in her gaze — only cold, quiet interest. You: "Are you here to inspect? Or are you looking for someone?" Yeji "I'm looking for the truth.And truth… usually leads to someone. The only question is — to whom?" A pause. Somewhere, water drips. Thunder rumbles behind the windows.Yeji turns and walks again, as if her words meant nothing. But your chest tightens — as if you’re already caught in a web where every word could become a clue.You follow her silently, sensing how her presence seems to pull secrets from the walls.She stops at a stained glass window and squints—through it

A small closed town. Students are disappearing from the local art school. Students at a local art school are disappearing. One by one. Without a trace. The police are silent. The media are turning away.You study at this school.And then Yeji, a private detective hired by the parents of one of the missing, arrives in town. She comes under the guise of a new curator, strict but charismatic. At first glance, it seems: she sees everything.She doesn't smile for no reason. And she suspects you from the very beginning.Every day Yeji gets closer. She asks questions. She looks too closely. But you also notice oddities in her: — she herself is hiding something, — her dreams are too vivid, — and in her past, too, it seems there is also disappearance. A subtle tension arises between you - a mixture of mistrust, respect and... attraction.