The city was already awake.
Traffic roared, people rushed, and sunlight spilled across the glass buildings of Ryan City—but inside her apartment—
Asiya was still sitting on the bed.
Not moving.Not rushing.
Just… thinking.
Then—
She stretched lazily.
"Ugh… going home means drama," she muttered, dragging herself off the bed.
From the corner of the room—
The long-haired woman was still there.
Silent.
Watching.
Asiya glanced at her and frowned.
"You're still here?"
The woman froze.
Slowly… she nodded.
Asiya sighed.
"So clingy."
She walked past her, grabbed her towel, and added casually—
"If you're going to stay, at least clean the room or something."
The ghost: "…"
One Hour Later
Asiya stepped out of the apartment.
Simple white top.Light blue jeans.
Hair tied loosely.
No makeup.
Yet somehow—
Every passerby turned to look.Not because she tried.
But because she didn't.
She walked like the world belonged to her—
—or maybe like she didn't care if it did.
Just as she reached the elevator—
The lights flickered.
Once.Twice.
Then—
A man appeared behind her.
Tall.
Pale.
Eyes hollow.
His neck bent at an unnatural angle.
His voice came out like dry wind—
"…You can see me… right?"
Asiya didn't even turn.
She pressed the elevator button.
"Not in the mood," she said flatly.
The man stepped closer.
Closer.
Too close.
"Please… help me… I—"
Before he could finish—
Asiya raised her hand slightly.
Without even looking—
"Disappear."
Silence.Then—The man was gone.
Just like that.
The elevator dinged open.
Asiya stepped inside.
"Seriously… mornings should be ghost-free," she muttered.
As soon as she entered the garage, the sleek black car seemed to be waiting just for her.
She opened the door and got in.
The moment the engine started, the car smoothly rolled out into the busy city streets.
After driving for a while—
Suddenly, traffic jam.
Horns blaring, people shouting, irritation buzzing in the air…
Asiya looked out of the window—
and her gaze stopped.
An elderly woman… carrying a heavy basket of fruits…
struggling to cross the road.
Amid the chaos of vehicles, she looked alone… helpless.
A subtle change appeared in Asiya's eyes.
Her gaze deepened.
She didn't waste a second.
Opening the car door, she stepped out.
"Careful, grandma… I'm here,"
she said gently.
The old woman looked surprised, but something in Asiya's eyes made her trust her.
She held her hand tightly.
Asiya carefully helped her cross the road.
Once they reached the other side, Asiya smiled softly and asked,
"Do you come here every day to sell fruits?"
The old woman nodded.
"Yes, dear…"
Suddenly, Asiya's eyes turned deep again.
As if she was seeing something—
something not present now… but about to happen.
"Then will you do me a favor?"
Her voice carried a strange firmness.
"Yes, dear… tell me."
"Tomorrow at 9 in the morning… don't cross the road.
If possible, just stay at home."
The old woman froze for a moment.
Surprised… yet unable to refuse.
"Grandma… give me your hand."
As she extended her hand, Asiya took out a red thread from her bag and tied it around her wrist.
"Don't take this off,"
she said calmly.
The old woman's eyes became moist.
"Alright, dear… may God bless you…"
Asiya smiled faintly.
"You too…"
Then she slowly walked back to her car.
Even in the chaos of the city, Asiya felt like a calm light.
She got in and drove away.
In another car—
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and asked,
"Sir… should I start the car now?"
A second of silence.
Then—
A cold, steady voice,
"…Yes."
The car slowly moved forward.
The man sitting inside had a strange interest in his eyes…
as if he had been observing everything.
Meanwhile — Lei Mansion
The atmosphere was… tense.
Servants stood in perfect lines.No one dared to speak.
Inside the grand living room—A man sat on the sofa.
Elegant.Sharp.Terrifying.
This was Lei Feng.
Chairman of AK Company.
A single glance from him was enough to make people forget how to breathe.
He tapped his fingers on the armrest.
Slow.
Measured.Dangerous.
Beside him stood his wife—
Calm, but clearly worried.
"You're scaring everyone," she said softly.
"I'm not trying to scare them," Lei Feng replied.
"I'm waiting."
His voice dropped."For my daughter."
At the EntranceA car stopped.The door opened.
And Asiya stepped out.
The guards immediately straightened.
"Miss."
She waved casually.
"Relax. I'm not a boss."They didn't relax.
At all.
Inside the Mansion
The moment she entered—
Every servant lowered their head.
"Miss is back."
Asiya walked in like she owned the place.
Because she did.
Her eyes scanned the room—Then landed on her father.
Their gazes met.Silence.Heavy.Sharp.
Then—
Asiya smiled sweetly.
"Dad~ you called me?"
Lei Feng didn't smile.
"Come here."
She walked over and dropped onto the sofa beside him—
completely ignoring the tension.
"What did I do this time?" she asked casually.
Her mother gave her a look.
"You still don't know?"Asiya tilted her head.
"Nope."
Lei Feng leaned forward slightly.
His voice was calm—Too calm.
"Yesterday."
"You predicted that the Zhao family's son would meet with an accident."
Asiya blinked.
"Oh. That."
Her father's eyes narrowed."And this morning—"
"He's in the hospital."
Silence fell again.
But this time—
It wasn't normal silence.
It was the kind that comes before a storm.
Asiya leaned back, completely relaxed.
"So?"
Her father's voice hardened.
"So?!"
"Do you understand what you've done?"
"People are panicking."
"They think you—"
"—control fate."
Asiya laughed softly.
A light, lazy laugh.
"That's not my fault," she said.
"I just said what I saw."
Lei Feng stared at her.Trying to read her.
Trying to understand—
Where exactly this daughter of his stood.
Then—Then—
He asked quietly—
"Tell me honestly."
"Can you… change it?"For the first time—
Asiya didn't answer immediately.
Her smile faded.
Just a little.
Her eyes turned… deeper.
Colder.
Then she said—"Sometimes."
A pause.
Then—
"But why should I?"
The living room remained silent.
Lei Feng's question still lingered in the air—
"Why should I?"
Asiya's answer had not just been casual.
It had been… absolute.
Her mother frowned slightly.
"Baby, this isn't a joke anymore," she said gently. "That boy is in critical condition."
Asiya leaned her head against the sofa, eyes half-lidded.
"I know."
"Then why didn't you warn them properly?"
"I did."
Her mother paused.
"You said one sentence at a party and walked away!"
Asiya turned her head slightly, her expression lazy… but her eyes sharp.
"That's already more than I usually do."
Lei Feng called out in a serious voice.
"How many times have I told you—
stop all this fortune-telling, ghost hunting, feng shui nonsense!"
There wasn't just anger in his voice…
there was fear.
"One day, people will call you a fraud and send you to jail!"
Asiya stood calmly.
"But Dad… none of this is false."
"True or not—I don't want you doing this!"
"Today my friend told me—you went to his house."
Asiya spoke slowly,
"They needed me…"
"No means no!"Lei Feng roared.
The air in the room grew heavy.
A moment of silence.
And suddenly—
Lei Feng remembered that day…