Why hadn’t he exorcised the vengeful spirit?

Why did he always sit in the classroom after school, waiting for someone?

Why had he chosen Mu-ryeong, of all people?

A flood of questions raced through Mu-ryeong’s mind like a panoramic reel, all leading to a single realization.

“…Did he know I could purify it?”

The thought struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Maybe Ki Hwan-young had known from the very beginning.

Just as Mu-ryeong had hidden what he knew, perhaps Hwan-young had been testing him all along.

And as expected, Hwan-young hesitated slightly before speaking.

“…The day of the entrance ceremony,”

That one sentence was exactly like what Mu-ryeong had said on the rooftop before.

A small confession, revealing that he had known everything all along but pretended otherwise.

A quiet, reluctant admission of a long-kept secret.

“I realized I dropped my name tag and went back for it.”

Mu-ryeong’s mind drifted back to that day in March—the day the warm sunlight had barely begun to melt away winter’s chill.

That was when he had seen Ki Hwan-young standing completely still, his face eerily expressionless.

That was when the restless, lingering spirit had attacked him.

And that was when Mu-ryeong had felt the suffocating weight of its presence.

“I saw it.”@@novelbin@@

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