Peek. Min Chae-young took the occasional glance behind the classroom. Although Sesha had told her not to mind what she was doing, she noticed that Sesha was extremely focused on something. Fwoosh! A magic circle floated at her fingers and a fire was created.

Min Chae-young subconsciously flinched at the fire, in case it would suddenly be directed at her. However, the orange flame continued to change from blue, white, yellow, black, and a bunch of other colors in Sesha’s hands. It was so pretty that Chae-young unwittingly felt herself being pulled toward it. 

Belatedly, Min Chae-young caught her mistake and shook her head from side to side, turning back to looking at the window again. ‘It’s so uncomfortable.’ Usually, this classroom was a space of her own at night, but a stranger had suddenly burst in. Naturally, she couldn’t help but be curious about what they were doing. Her own personal time had disappeared. 

‘…So uncomfortable.’ When she was alive, Min Chae-young found it uncomfortable and difficult to speak to other people. Her biological mother blamed her poor fate on her daughter, and her stepfather looked at her with dirty eyes and beat her up on the nights he returned home drunk. 

Growing up in such a family environment, Min...