At the age of 30, S-class guide Park Hyunsoo, who belonged to Team D, closed his eyes for the last time.
After escaping the exhaustion of his former life, he thought he could finally rest comfortably, only to find himself suddenly possessed by the body of the rookie guide Lee Jaehee.
‘No matter how I think about it, this is just like something out of a novel or webtoon, isn’t it?’
However, unlike the protagonists in those creative works who easily accept possession and shamelessly mimic others, he has no intention of living like that. The only thing left to do now is:
“…Actually, I’m not Lee Jaehee but the ghost of Park Hyunsoo who recently died.”
All he has to do is exorcise himself!
“The reason I gathered you all here so suddenly is not because of…”
As the man hesitated, Minchan’s brow furrowed deeply.
“What do you mean, ‘not because of’? Why are you stammering?”
Minchan snapped, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere in the meeting room. The delicate-looking man, who had been silently observing the situation, let out a deep sigh and mumbled in a low voice.
“Chan-ah.”
The unexpected use of his nickname made Jung Minchan frown. The only person who could address him so familiarly had recently passed away.
“What the hell?”
“What kind of language is that in front of adults?”
“…What did you say?”
“I told you to be polite to adults. Did you really act like this when I wasn’t around?”
“You… what the hell are you doing?”
In response to that question, the young man—no, Park Hyunsoo—grimaced.
“Your Hyung. You little shit.”