The blinding radiance that had filled the cramped apartment began to recede, pulling back into the center of the room like a dying star.
As the spots cleared from Yechan's vision, he saw her.
She was standing amidst the wreckage of his coffee table, her presence so overwhelming that the air itself seemed to vibrate.
Her skin was a pale, almost translucent porcelain, and her hair flowed like liquid ink, cascading down a back that was currently bare.
The woman looked around the room, her eyes narrowing with intense confusion and a hint of ancient malice.
If described in the manner the stars do, then she looked like a concept given flesh.
"Where... is this?"
She whispered, her voice echoing with a resonance that made the windowpanes rattle.
Her gaze snapped to Yechan, who was currently huddled against his radiator, trembling.
"You. Little creature. Are you the new demon candidate?"
Yechan's heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird.
