"Kid... had you ever thought about being a kid? No, I mean, had you ever envied children and wished you could be one?" I immediately thought of the commission Greenleaf had handled.
Back then, Han Yun had appeared before someone because of a small wish that adult had made.
The issue wasn't whether they'd come into contact with dead children. It was their state of mind, their consciousness.
The child was the problem.
My sister looked at me, her face still pale, and silently nodded. Her movements were stiff.
I didn't know what my sister had thought in that moment, but it must have been that thought that caused Han Yun's illusory figure to appear.
My sister was an adult, after all. Though she was still a student, she was no longer a little child. Han Yun's influence over her was limited, and there wasn't much he could use her for. But he would have an absolute advantage and far greater influence over actual children.
I told my sister to wait in the hospital room and not let her thoughts run wild, then tried to rush out.
My sister grabbed my hand.
"Don't be afraid. As long as you don't think about those things..." I reassured her.
"I want to go with you. Please, brother..." my sister pleaded pitifully.
I simply couldn't refuse her, so I warned her again and again. "Don't think about those things. And when we get there, don't think about them either. Better yet, don't look."
My sister nodded in agreement.
But I doubted she'd be able to do that.
Just like the clients in Greenleaf's files, a moment of envy or compassion could draw the little ghost to them. Sometimes, there wasn't even a reason. As long as it saw you, it might set its