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He tried another photo. A street scene at dusk. The filter added halation around the streetlights, then—there she was again. The same girl. Same uniform. Same posture. Only this time, she was slightly closer.

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Min-seo had watched her from afar for months. Not in a creepy way, he told himself. More like a curator watching a forgotten masterpiece. She had a 35mm camera she never used, a vintage light meter on a beaded chain, and a ring binder filled with contact sheets she never showed anyone.

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Min-seo did what any curious, slightly lonely nineteen-year-old would do: he kept feeding the app photos.

He tried to close the app. The phone wouldn’t respond. He tried to turn it off. The screen flickered, and for one frame, he saw the real Hwa-min—the one from his class—standing in his doorway, holding a cracked iPhone, her face split by a smile that was too wide and too old. He deleted the album

He tried another photo. A street scene at dusk. The filter added halation around the streetlights, then—there she was again. The same girl. Same uniform. Same posture. Only this time, she was slightly closer.

Min-seo blinked. The ghost was gone.

Min-seo had watched her from afar for months. Not in a creepy way, he told himself. More like a curator watching a forgotten masterpiece. She had a 35mm camera she never used, a vintage light meter on a beaded chain, and a ring binder filled with contact sheets she never showed anyone.

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