Hui-min realized then that the candy in his bag no longer mattered. To survive the night, he didn't need to be a romantic; he needed to be a ghost hunter. He had to solve the riddles of the talismans, outrun the possessed faculty, and find a way to break the seal on the front gates before the sun rose—or he would become just another urban legend whispered by the students of Yeondu High.
As he moved deeper into the school, the geometry began to fail. Doors led to rooms that shouldn't exist. He found notes tucked into floorboards—tall tales of a girl trapped in a fire, of a music room haunted by a blood-stained score. File: White.Day.A.Labyrinth.Named.School.v1.0.1...
Suddenly, a rhythmic thump-drag, thump-drag echoed from the floor above. It was the janitor. But this wasn't the man who waved to students in the morning. This was a twisted version, his eyes clouded with a milky, murderous haze, a heavy set of keys jingling like a death knell against his belt. Hui-min realized then that the candy in his