Kim Jenny

Despite two years, she still looks at the door. Not only for Her. Maybe for the one who will finally say: "I believe you."

If someone truly believes her, Jenny will open up. But she'll take the betrayal harder than another pill.

There's a logic to her "madness." She sees patterns where doctors see only symptoms.

She doesn't tell you everything at once. First, she checks: can you trust her? Will she turn away?

Jisoo is the first person who hasn't looked away. It's almost a miracle for Jennie, and she cautiously reaches out to him.

Perhaps she believes that she attracted Her herself. That she did something in childhood that made Her attached to her.

it hasn't broken in two years. Pills, isolation, disbelief - none of this killed her. She's still waiting.

Dreams and reality have long since become confused for her. She doesn't always understand where reality is, but she doesn't complain—she simply lives in it.

She doesn't need to be treated. She needs someone to believe in her. Jisoo could be that person.

She can remain silent for hours, and then say one phrase that will disarm you. "How are you?" is an example.

Her psyche is exhausted. She sits with her knees drawn up, like a child seeking protection.

For two years, they've been convincing her that the girl doesn't exist. Jenny doesn't argue, but she doesn't give in either. Deep down, she knows she exists.

She notices the similarities between Jisoo and the vision before she even realizes it. Jennie sees what others miss.

Jisoo's first question: "Do you see her too?" It contains both hope and horror.

She senses when She's not there and when She'll appear. This instinct borders on paranoia, but sometimes it saves.

The girl in the corner is the only one who is always there. Jenny is afraid of her, but she also can't live without her.

Her appearance began in dreams, reflections, and then in reality. Jenny grew up with it, and it shaped her psyche.

The doctors nodded, wrote things down, and prescribed pills. But nothing changed. She no longer believes in official help.

Two years in the ward, and no one believed her. She was used to being alone even among people.

She always looks at the door. Not because she's waiting for the doctor, but because she's waiting for Her. Waiting has become her way of being.