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Forty paces. A flicker of movement at the end of the alley. He raised his camera and zoomed in. A figure stood there—small, hunched, wearing a dopo , an old scholar's robe. Its face was a pale oval with no features, like a peeled egg. And yet Jae-ho knew it was looking at him.

He never went back. He never made another video. But sometimes, late at night, he still hears the whisper at the edge of his hearing: One more step. Just one more. goedam 1

"Just condensation," Jae-ho muttered.

Jae-ho knew the rules. He had grown up hearing them from his grandmother: Don't count the cracks in the pavement. Don't look directly into the windows. And never, ever turn around if you hear someone call your name twice. Forty paces

"Jae-ho-yah. Turn around. Come home."