Seoul Object Story

The sky was overcast, and the humid air made her skin feel sticky.

The woman stopped, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead.

It was a familiar walking path, yet everything felt strangely unfamiliar.

The shadows of the trees stretched longer than usual, and even the birds' chirps seemed distorted in some way.

"This is strange..."

Her head throbbed.

She had chosen this quiet path to calm the increasingly severe headaches, yet they were only getting worse.

The reason she had picked this secluded route was the Golden Reapers she kept encountering in the city.

The mental contamination they emitted was causing her intense headaches.

While most people, unlike her, had already come to accept the existence of the Mini Reapers, even viewing the idea of raising an Attachment Reaper as a trend, the woman couldn’t quite do the same.

She sighed.@@novelbin@@

Sometimes, her strong resistance to mental contamination felt like a blessing, but at other times, it felt like a curse.

Unlike others, she couldn’t easily accept the Mini Reapers, and so, she often received strange looks from those around her.

And, as time passed, it seemed like more and more people had begun to view those without Attachment Reapers as criminals.

A thick fog began to settle.

The woman quickened her pace.