‘Don’t touch me’ is always Seulmi’s first words to a stranger. Long sleeves and jeans is what she always wears even during summer, afraid that her delicate skin will touch others.

She doesn’t choose to be like that. Her fate that was given to her wasn’t anything she ever wanted, ever.

No, she was not sick and no she doesn’t have anything contagious either but rather, something nobody would ever cherish.

Death. She can see death. Touch her skin and she’ll know when, where, and how you’ll die. Up for the challenge? You might want to think about that first.