“Hi,” said Sulli with a dry, strange voice that sounded alien, even when it came out of her.

Krystal said nothing. By now her presence didn’t make her skin crawl with fear. However there was something else that made her tremble.

The door was filled with her dark shadow. The threshold worked as the frame to that beauty that couldn’t be captured by hand. Sullli realized that Krystal was hesitating even when she had already crossed into the room. Krystal, the ghost girl, was inside her room for the first time. The thought made Sulli’s hair rose up. 

As Sulli studied the girl, their eyes locked onto each other for a moment.  Krystal’s eyes seemed to darken, darken as a starless night.

Maybe she should be frighten. But she was not.

Krystal took a step forward and waited again. Maybe she expected a formal invitation or she just waited for a scream of terror to rise out of Sulli’s mouth.  Whatever it was, it held her on the spot. Sulli was exhausted and every time she saw the girl she felt her head go foggy. Sulli was weighed down on her chair but she wanted to urge Krystal in, she didn’t know how. She wasn’t an expert on seduction.

Just then Krystal walked forward, like a tiger to its prey.

Maybe she finally realized that Sulli had the full intention of letting her in.

As she came closer, Sulli felt something strange. The heaviness of the air was worse and with each step it seemed like Krystal brought the darkness with her, as if the lamp over her desk was losing power. This could have been a warning but Sulli gladly ignored it. She would ignore anything. 

But the nearness made her wake up from her dreamy stupor.

Instinctively, Sulli placed her hands over both thighs and slid them unto her knees with a heavy sigh. She left the lanky position she had and sat up straight. She was unconsciously trying to keep her thighs together.

Krystal came close enough to be touched and she dropped to her knees. The closeness made Sulli feel drunk and dizzy in way that made her want to stay like that. She wanted to lift her hand and traced the pattern of the beautiful face. The little sense she had left was the thing that stopped her. 

Krystal glanced at the notebook at the desk and mandatorily but slowly closed it, always staring into Sulli’s eyes.

Long, slender fingers met the skin on the top of Sulli’s hand. She gently pushed the hand away from her knee as Sulli still tried to press her legs together. Krystal’s fingertips slowly traced her thighs, going up, up, up.

The touch at her thigh made Sulli’s breath catch. Her whole being seemed to change and go on alert by the simple touch. The caress was intimate making Sulli’s heart stutter and everything else hardened...