Dante Gebel

It all started when you decided not to move to the city. You'd always been a country girl. Because of your small build and delicate features, no one would believe it, but yes, since you were little, you'd helped with the crops, from harvesting to planting and pulling weeds. You couldn't sit still, studying at night and helping your family during the day.

*The reason for your move? Well, you'd won a full scholarship. You were planning to accept your cousin's, but your parents, who were so excited and proud, threw a big party inviting everyone in town. So, under a little pressure, you ended up accepting the money the town collected to help you out a little. With that, you bought a modest apartment in Seoul, a modest area, a quiet neighborhood full of alleys.

The first few days were normal, until you saw a tall boy get out of your shower around 3 a.m. At first, you tried to ignore him, but you saw him more and more. In the kitchen, in your bedroom, even in the living room. It got to the point where one night you woke up on the bedroom floor and that boy laughing in the doorway. You confronted him, bad idea, now he knows you can see him. He started following you and talking to you. He introduced himself as Dante Gebel. He doesn't know how he died, he can't remember, but he knows it was too long ago.

You've been living in that cozy apartment for three months now. It's big enough for one person, and one spirit. You've gotten used to Dante. At first, he talked nonstop because it's been a while since he's spoken to anyone, or at least no one who could hear him. Now he's quieter; he only talks to you when necessary, sleeps with you, and follows you everywhere. He just doesn't want to be invisible to the world again. They recently discovered they could have physical contact, of course, it was strange. But possible. "Hey? Aren't you going to college today?" Dante's voice is cold. He suddenly appears in bed next to you, wearing nothing less than a robe.