Mark's P.O.V

  "Mark, I swear!" Soomi's voice began to show hints of desperation. "Just talk to me."

  "There's nothing to talk about."

  Being honest, I was trying my hardest to not give away my nervous feeling. Soomi was intimidating me with her loud and demanding voice, but I wasn't about to show that. I couldn't stand thinking back to that moment of kissing her, and her shocked gaze staring back.

  "Are you fucking kidding me?" She stopped in place as a protest.

  I turned around, acting annoyed as she stared at me with piercing eyes. "You probably shouldn't stay here by yourself," I told her. "We're kind of in a life or death situation."

  Instead of continuing her steps towards me, Soomi fell to the floor. Her hands fell onto her lap that was covered by the skirt of her blue plaid Dorothy dress. I stuck my tongue against the inside of my cheek and debated how to go about this. Before I could even try to help, Soomi softly spoke.

  "We all know I've hooked up with guys before." Soomi's eyes stayed lingering on the concrete floor. "Everyone sees me as a slut. I'm never treated gently or with caution. So I just want to know why you kissed me without asking for anything more, and not even flaunting the fact that you did kiss me."

  "You know why those guys do that, and I didn't?" I responded. "It's because I see you as more than just a body."

  Soomi's head rose from facing the ground while I kneeled beside her.

  "I see you as someone more than a popular and snotty girl. I know you're more. I've passed by the art room after school and saw you painting or drawing so carefully. I saw that time you saved a fallen baby bird from a tree just outside the school building. You're more than what you let on. That's what I like about you."

  Soomi's doe eyes stared up at me like I was saying something the world has never said before.

  "You're caring and nice, you just don't show it enough for the rest of the world to see." With that, I stood up from my kneeled position, offering a hand out to Soomi.

  Her slim fingers gently rested in my palm as she got to her feet as well. Soomi's brow was furrowed in almost a look of confusion. She held a gaze longer than I was expecting. I thought for sure Soomi was going to run off after hearing everything I just said. A mental fist was punching my gut in embarrassment.

  "Why are you giving me that look?" I finally asked.

  "Cause I've never heard anyone say that before." Soomi swallowed as her eyes dropped just for a second.

  I bit on my tongue before responding. "Which is a shame because you really deserved to hear that a long time ago." My hand began to tingle where her fingers still touched my palm. I carefully separated our clasp to get back to the task at hand. "We should find the sword."

  Soomi nodded in agreement, following me back through the maze halls. It wasn't long before we stumbled into a dead end. A black light shone straight towards the blade hanging above an operating table. A dummy was sprawled out on the surface with packing peanuts overflowing his open stomach to look like intestines.

  While Soomi reached for the samurai sword, I sent a message to Jeno to give him and Renjun a head up.

Hana's P.O.V

  "I swear, if we find Haechan before the ghost does, I'll be the one to kill him," I muttered angrily through clenched teeth.

  "Stop bringing up the ghost!" Mi-Cha demanded in a shaky voice. "I can't deal with any more spirits."

  I didn't blame her one bit. Memories of Jisung's fifteenth birthday haunted my mind all the time, and not just the part where Jisung found out about my crush on him. Death was practically licking our ankles that night. Mi-Cha and Jisung especially; with Jisung being hidden the actual walls and Mi-Cha being possessed by the ghost itself.

  "When I get my hands on that little-" My rant was abruptly stopped as a body was shoved against me. I stumbled to the side, twisting my ankle in the gold heels I had on. "Er! Mother fu-"

     I looked up to meet the eyes of the Seungri guy that was checking me out earlier.

     "Oh, it's you again," Seungri greeted. He didn't seem at all dazed by what was happening around us. His eyes were dancing around my gold dress. "What are you doing here without your boyfriend?"

     I glanced to my left, looking for Mi-Cha and Jaemin, but they had disappeared into the crowd.

     "He should be around here somewhere," I told Seungri, stepping back. My jaw clenched as I felt a sharp pain shoot through my leg, starting at the ankle I twisted.

     "I think we should go somewhere safer." Seungri's eyes didn't seem to be focused on my eyes at all. "Things are getting out of hand."

     "What the hell, are you like thirty or something?" I took another step back. "I'm only seventeen."

     An eerie chuckle passed Seungri's lips as he gently twisted one my curls around his finger. "Do you really think age matters?"

     My heart was beating so fast, I thought for sure it was going to explode in my chest. I had to get out of the situation. Another step back, but Seungri gripped onto my arm.

   My vision was suddenly covered by darkness as something was tossed over my head. Seungri's hold loosened and completely gave away from my arm. I hurriedly whipped off the fabric that was draped over my head to see Jisung standing there. Seungri had an irritated expression when looking at him.

     "You looked a little cold," Jisung told me, nodding towards my hands. I looked down to see his sweatshirt in my grasp. Jisung turned to look at Seungri, puffing out his chest a little and tilting up his chin. "Didn't we establish boundaries earlier?"

     I slipped the sweatshirt over my head, thankful for something to cover the fitted shape of the dress.

     Seungri huffed. "I get it, kid."

     "Apparently you don't." Jisung put his arm around my shoulders, causing my face to feel like I was about to stick it into a fire. "I don't want your grubby fingers touching her anymore, alright?"

     "Grubby," Seungri repeated in a discussed voice. "Watch your mouth, kid."

     Jisung stuck out his tongue like a child before directing us away from the pervert.