The hissing voices around her were maddening, demanding she pay attention to them as they stood at the edge of the salt circle. Jimin concentrated, listening for the one voice she wanted to hear, her father’s.

Her earliest memories always included seeing people no one else saw, telling her things, expecting her to help them, which she never understood; she was just a child, what could she do?

When she had told her parents about what she had experienced, her father had beamed with pride, but her mother hadn’t expressed joy for her child’s gift, acting as though it were only childish imagination.

The worst thing happened when Jimin was twelve, her father died before he had finished teaching her about her talent, leaving her with a mother who wanted her to be like all the other girls, playing with dolls, having parties, instead of talking to spirits, and being an outcast among her peers.

Then her mother sent her to a private girl’s school in the country, forcing her to interact with the living, but her mother didn’t know the spirits had followed the one they could communicate with.

“Father, I need your help. I can’t get away from them, they’re everywhere,” Jimin whispered, opening her eyes, searching the spirits encircling her. “Why don’t you answer?”

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