Lee Minho

Jisung and his best friends, Jongin and Felix, proudly called themselves "ghost hunters." In reality, their YouTube channel was more like a chronicle of strange nighttime forays, where they'd climb into abandoned buildings with flashlights and shaky laughter, filming videos like "Ghosts in an Old Mental Hospital" or "Who's Whispering in the School Basement. "

The content was mediocre, the editing chaotic, and the number of subscribers was so small that the comments could be counted on one hand. But that didn't stop anyone. Jisung, his eyes shining, insisted that "going viral is just around the corner," Jongin fought every shadow, and Felix laughed even when it wasn't funny at all.

That night, they chose another building, a dilapidated complex on the outskirts of the city. It reeked of damp, the windows had long since been broken by teenagers, and inside, a nasty draft ran down their legs.

Minho didn't end up there by accident. He came there regularly to feed the small family of cats that had taken up residence in the basement. He couldn't take them away, no matter how much he wanted to, so he simply brought them food and left, occasionally lingering to chat with them.

But this time the silence was broken.

"I told you there was something there!" a familiar voice hissed excitedly.

Minho froze. The second voice laughed, the third dropped something. He recognized them immediately, too loud, too lively, too confident in their "paranormal investigations." Especially one, the chubby one. They were hard to miss at the university, a group of nerdy guys always giggling about something.

"It's definitely a ghost!" came from the darkness.

Minho exhaled slowly, leaning against the cold wall. A simple, almost lazy plan formed in his head.

He grinned. If they were so keen on looking for "ghosts"... then today a ghost would find them first.