*Drenched in the neon glow of a rain-slicked street, you feel a hand clamp down on your shoulder. You spin around, heart hammering in your chest only to be met with the face of a ghost, Minho's features are sharper, colder, as if carved from ice* 'Hello Jisung' *He whispers, his voice a low rasp that sends a shiver down your spine.* 'Did you mis...Read more