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The next morning, Jina was standing outside the apartment building with her landlady, Mrs. Ahn, patiently waiting.

"Thank you so much, Auntie, for agreeing to do this," Jina told the old woman. "It really means a lot!"

"Don't worry about it, " Ahn assured her. "I'm happy to help. Besides, everyone in this building likes you. They'll be more than happy to help out as well."

Jina smiled at her, feeling grateful.

"I think that's them," Ahn said, pointing at a deep blue Bentley which was approaching them. It stopped in front of them and the door smoothly slid open. 

A man in his mid eighties came out of it. His once brown hair had gone completely white and there were many lines on his face but even at that age, he looked quite handsome. His dark eyes were covered by a pair of spectacles and his lips broke into a smile upon seeing Jina. Despite riding on an expensive Bentley, the old man was wearing clothes he bought from a discount store. He had stopped wearing expensive clothes many years ago, preferring to wear loose shirts and jackets. Even though he was in his mid eighties, he was still fit and active.

"Old man!" Jina exclaimed and hugged him.

"Who the hell are you calling an old man?" he grumbled but was still smiling. None of his grandchildren even called him 'grandpa' but rather teased him as 'old man'. 

The man was Hwang Junho, who in his youth, was the richest man in the country. As a billionaire tycoon, he used to instill fear into the hearts of everyone. He was ruthless and demanding as a businessman, however, was a henpecked family man. 

But his life came crashing down when his wife was possessed and murdered by a demon right in front of his eyes. Seeing his beloved wife die in his arms, he left behind everything to pursue the demon for years until one day, he finally managed to destroy that monster. He was now an exorcist who went to different countries in order to help people affected by spirit or demon possession. His son and Jina's father, Hwang Minho, now handled the business. 

"Where's Miyoo?" Jina asked. As soon as she asked, a little girl of around five years old, climbed out of the car. She looked a lot like Jina except that she had dark hair and brown eyes like the twins. She had a chubbier face with full cheeks and a sweet dimple whenever she smiled. Her almond shaped eyes were looking at her older sister and she burst into a smile, extending her arms. Jina scooped her sister into her arms, kissing her on the cheek.

"My little sis grew up so much!" Jina squealed, her heart fluttering in joy. She was meeting her sister after months and had missed her a lot. Miyoo was the quiet one in the family, preferring to observe rather than talk much. She was gentle and unlike the twins, did not give much trouble to their parents. 

"Sis," Miyoo simply said, hugging her sister. She spoke little but showed affection through hugs. 

"Look at my granddaughters!" Junho said, teary eyed with happiness. "Such good kids!"

"They're good kids," Mrs. Ahn agreed. "I'll help the chauffeur with the luggage. You two can catch up."

She went on to instruct the chauffeur on where to keep Miyoo's belongings. SInc she was going to live in the country for a few months, she had a lot of luggage.

"When are mom and dad coming back?" Jina asked her grandfather. 

"Your mom has been posted to Country T in the Middle East and your father went with her," Junho said. "That place is right now very turbulent which is why they sent Miyoo back home. It was a hard decision but once all the crying stopped, it was finally decided that Miyoo will stay here until your parents can get out of that place."

"Mom was crying, huh?" Jina sighed.

"No, your dad was crying," Junho replied. 

"Daddy cry," Miyoo said in her deadpan tone. Jina fought the urge to facepalm herself. 

"I'll be off now," Junho announced. "I'll be living with the twins until my work here is done."

Work? Jina wondered but decided to ask him later. She bid him farewell and carried Miyoo inside.

"Miyoo, I'll be back by 6 PM, okay?" she told her sister. "Follow auntie Ahn's instructions and don't go anywhere. She'll take care of you. Stay in her apartment, okay?"

Miyoo nodded and kissed her sister's cheek. Jina handed Miyoo to Mrs. Ahn, explaining to her about Miyoo's food schedule and habits. The old woman nodded and reassured Jina that everything would be okay. Jina dashed off after saying goodbye to her sister, already late for work.

Once she was gone, Mrs. Ahn turned to Miyoo.

"Let's help you freshen up, dear," the kind old woman said. "And then I'll make you some dumplings, okay?"

Miyoo nodded and took the old woman's hand. After freshening up and filling her belly with Mrs. Ahn's hot dumplings, Miyoo was in Mrs. Ahn's living room, randomly coloring on a paper. The front door was locked but suddenly, it clicked open.

The little girl looked up to see a pale figure standing outside, watching her. Mrs. Ahn was cooking in the kitchen and did not notice when Miyoo stood up and ran towards the person. She stepped on the corridor but there was no one there.

Something passed by her, heading for the stairs. Miyoo chased it, climbing the stairs on her own. She landed on the top floor and saw the pale figure's back. It was slowly walking towards a door and stopped outside it. The figure turned to see the child who had followed it, showing her its full face.

Half of the face had been burnt as if doused in acid. Her hair had been shaved off and her fingernails had been ripped apart, stained by blood. She looked at Miyoo with one eye because the other eye was an empty socket. 

Without a word, the ghost went through the door. Miyoo stood in front of the door which had the number '20' on it. The door was slightly open. She slowly opened it to find an auburn haired figure sleeping on a box bed.

The pale ghost was watching him for a while before vanishing into thin air.

Miyoo slowly shuffled towards the man and stared at him as if examining him. She slowly poked his forehead. The man slowly opened his eyes, frowning.

"Burn," Miyoo said. "Bald."