Under the Streetlight — Night
Cathan panted heavily, hands on his knees.
> "What… was that place…?"
His breath shook as he looked up—and froze.
There she was.
Scarlett. Crimson silk robe flowing, eyes like flames, an aura that silenced the wind.
> "Am… am I hallucinating…?" he whispered.
She raised her hand.
In a flash, a silver ghost knife shimmered into existence.
SLASH.
The blade pierced his shoulder in the blink of an eye.
Cathan fell to his knees, crying out in pain.
> "HOW DARE YOU BETRAY ME!" Scarlett's voice thundered.
> "I… I'll never work there…"
Scarlett scoffed, eyes narrowing.
> "You don't need to now. Because you'll become a customer soon."
She raised her hand again, this time glowing with blue light.
But—
> "Stop!" Cathan shouted, voice breaking. "Please don't kill me… If I die… my younger brother… he'll be all alone in this cruel world…"
Scarlett paused. Slowly, she leaned forward, her face close to his.
> "After learning the secret of my world… you don't get to step back. If you do, you'll vanish—without a trace."
A beat of silence.
Cathan's hand clutched his bleeding shoulder.
> "I… I'll work. I accept it…"
Scarlett straightened up, smirking.
> "That was easy. Report to the hotel by 8 p.m. tomorrow."
She turned to leave—but stopped.
> "I understand now… why my secretary chose a weakling like you."
She smiled, satisfied—and vanished into thin air.
The knife disappeared. So did the wound.
Cathan sat there alone, trembling.
> "She's not human… Is she a ghost too…?"
Cathan's House – Late Night
Mike was sitting at the table, books spread out.
The door creaked open. He lit up.
> "Brother! You're so late! Did you have a lot of work today?"
Cathan smiled weakly, shutting the door.
> "Yeah… I let you wait, didn't I? I'll make you something good—"
> "No need! I ate at grocery aunt's place."
> "That's good." He ruffled Mike's hair. "Come sit."
Mike looked at him.
> "You look tired. What's wrong?"
Cathan exhaled slowly.
> "Mike, from tomorrow… I'll start a new job. I'll be leaving in the evenings and coming back in the morning. So you'll have to lock up and sleep alone at night, okay?"
> "You won't work during the day anymore?"
> "No. I've quit all that. I will now work in a hotel."
> "A new job at a hotel? I hope it's legal…" Mike frowned suspiciously.
Cathan chuckled. "It's… complicated. But yes, don't worry. And hey—study hard. Because… you're going to college."
Mike's eyes widened.
> "I can go?! Really?! But it's expensive…"
> "I've sorted it out," Cathan said, voice firm.
Mike ran and hugged him tightly.
> "You're amazing, brother!"
Cathan smiled, holding back tears. "You're my little brother, Mike. I'll do anything for you."
Next Morning – Cathan's Room
Cathan jolted awake, drenched in sweat.
> "That dream again… Who is that girl? Why can't I see her face…?"
He shook it off, got ready, and headed into the kitchen.
A warm breakfast and a handwritten note awaited him:
> "Brother, I have an early class. You rest well today and go to work safely. – Your little Mike"
Cathan chuckled, wiping a tear from his cheek.
> "He's growing up already…"
He sat and ate the slightly burned egg with a smile.
Afternoon – Outside Grocery Store
Cathan, now dressed in his father's old but neatly pressed suit, walked with confidence.
> "Dad, do I look cool?" he whispered to the sky.
The grocery aunt saw him and lit up.
> "Cathan, you look so handsome today! Going to a party?"
> "No, just starting work at a hotel."
> "That's wonderful! Take this apple, eat it on your way."
> "Thank you, please give the keys to Mike later, okay?"
> "Yes, yes. Go work hard!"
She waved, and he waved back, heart full.
Hotel Alma – Night 7:55 p.m.
The gates loomed once again.
Cathan entered slowly, the garden glowing under moonlight.
The same staff greeted him with a warm smile.
> "Welcome to your new job, Mr. Cathan."
> "You're the same guy from yesterday…"
> "Yes. Please, allow me to escort you to the elevator."
Cathan nodded and stepped into the elevator.
But—
> The mirror reflected only him.
> The staff had no reflection.
His stomach flipped.
> "He's a ghost too…"
The elevator arrived at Scarlett's chamber.
Cathan took a deep breath and knocked.
> "Come in," her voice called out.
Scarlett's Chamber
She sat like a queen on her throne—flowy black dress, wine glass, and that ever-striking red lipstick.
Cathan bowed.
> "Good evening, Miss."
She smirked.
> "You look rather fit… for someone I stabbed yesterday."
> "The wound disappeared after you left."
> "Of course. That knife only works on spirits. It was just… to mess with your mind." She winked.
> "Well… it worked."
She laughed lightly.
> "Since it's your first day, I'm giving you an important job."
> "Yes, Miss. I'll do my best."
Scarlett stood and paced slowly.
> "Every spirit who rests here is granted one final wish before they depart to the afterlife."
> "Understood. What's the task?"
She turned to him, her eyes serious.
> "You'll go to a spirit's former home. He was murdered by his wife and her lover. He hid a large sum of money in the house before dying. His final wish is to give it to his mother."
Cathan's eyes widened.
> "Wait—what?! They killed him?!"
> "Yes." Scarlett sipped her wine. "And they're still living in that house."
Cathan took a shaky breath.
> "You expect me to walk in there and search for hidden money… while the murderers are still inside?!"
Scarlett raised a brow.
> "Why?
Are you scared?"
Cathan clenched his fists… then slowly nodded.
> "Terrified, actually. But… if it helps someone's mother live better… I'll do it."
Scarlett's lips curled into a smile.
> "Interesting…"
To Be Continued…