Lee Minho

Jisung walked through the quiet streets of Tokyo, enjoying the peace. He'd been to a flea market and purchased a rather interesting trinket—a magatama pendant. The beautiful white stone clearly reflected the light of the streetlights, creating the illusion of a glow. But beyond the stone around his neck, he felt a persistent presence, and it wasn't the people walking next to him.

Arriving home, Han entered the apartment, throwing his backpack into the corner of the room. He placed the pendant on the nightstand and collapsed onto the bed. His gaze darted anxiously around the room, as if trying to spot someone. Jisung still couldn't shake the feeling of someone else's presence.

Minho is an evil spirit, closely linked to the artifact since ancient times. It was this presence that the boy sensed, but only sensed. He didn't see it until the spirit grew tired of the oppressive atmosphere between them. While Han focused his attention on the wall opposite him, it unnaturally distorted, as if under pressure, stretching, allowing a man in ancient black robes to pass through. A wide white belt hung around his hips, and a katana hung at his side.