“Wait. I need a more detailed explanation. You’re saying her soul has been... dragged away?”

Jung Bin looked anxiously at Yun Gaeul, who lay unconscious on the operating table. Nam Woojin, who was poking at the glowing orb with his finger, responded indifferently.

“Just as I said. The body here is nothing but an empty shell.”

“But…”

Jung Bin trailed off, his eyes fixed on Gaeul’s chest, which rose and fell in a steady rhythm. He stepped closer, gently touching the red marks on her wrist. Her pulse was still beating. She was alive. According to Nam Woojin, though, she …