"When I first met her, I had fled from literature class and gone to a beach near the Bay Archive near the Yeashire slope. Her pink hair contracted (?) With the sun (even though the image looked like unusual) and his silhouette took my breath away. "

Maybe I shouldn't tell this story, not even publish it in the university newspaper (where many people would read - or not), it would kill me in the end - even if deep down I already foresee the impending death within my grasp (if it wasn't she, the cigarette would do it); but right now, while I'm still lucid on my couch, with the computer between my legs and thick socks on my feet (even though it is almost 40 degrees outside - even at night), I don't care much for what she would do to me (it would be nothing I had not tried before).
I don't follow the "crazy person" stereotype repeatedly presented in books that portray such themes, I'm just another normal person - completely devoid of interest and sense of life (the latter not completely).

But the purpose of this, not simply is to "dig up" a hidden past, but to tell how in a short time Kim Yongsun has managed to show me all her faces, and yet become a "Specter" in my life.