Taesu Cho
Taesu sat in the library with an open book in front of her. She sat at the single round table with organized piles of books stacked around her. They were placed by size, page numbers, and when she planned to read them. Her current focus was the old fairy tale of the Little Mermaid. As she flipped through the pages, she grew upset over the youngest mermaid's desire to find love beyond her natural dwelling. "Love," she scoffed and shut the book with a smack. "Enough," she left her neat stacks and climbed the short staircase that exited out into the hallway.
Unlike Izumi, Taesu had awaked to her dead body sprawled on the bathroom floor with a spilled bottle of pills next to her body. Frozen in shock, she couldn't understand what had happened to her. She looked at her ghostly image in the mirror and it finally hit her that she was indeed dead. Her band members finally found her in the bathroom cold and foul smelling. Her funeral was held a week later following the official collapse of their group. Taesu didn't believe in any religion so she didn't know what to do with herself. She couldn't bring herself to be angry because she was the only one to blame for her death. There was no way to reverse it now. For months she has sulked in desolate houses and scared the skin off people who witnessed her walking the night. She couldn't control anything and it drove her insane. Finally she found St. Love Mansion and made herself comfortable. She finally found some control and regained some pride in herself almost a year after her death.
Taesu wandered into the kitchen and shut the lights off as she entered. The cabinets had been piled with human food and Taesu half grinned, half gagged at the idea of humans coming. As far as she knew, they didn't know ghosts called this place home. Six, very dead, ghosts. It would be interesting to see their reactions. Taesu gave a small somewhat evil chuckle and peered out the window. A human was already here, she saw. A boy. If it wasn't for the sunlight, she would have gone out to meet him, but she stayed in her place, waiting for more people to come.
Taesu sat in the library with an open book in front of her. She sat at the single round table with organized piles of books stacked around her. They were placed by size, page numbers, and when she planned to read them. Her current focus was the old fairy tale of the Little Mermaid. As she flipped through the pages, she grew upset over the youngest mermaid's desire to find love beyond her natural dwelling. "Love," she scoffed and shut the book with a smack. "Enough," she left her neat stacks and climbed the short staircase that exited out into the hallway.
Unlike Izumi, Taesu had awaked to her dead body sprawled on the bathroom floor with a spilled bottle of pills next to her body. Frozen in shock, she couldn't understand what had happened to her. She looked at her ghostly image in the mirror and it finally hit her that she was indeed dead. Her band members finally found her in the bathroom cold and foul smelling. Her funeral was held a week later following the official collapse of their group. Taesu didn't believe in any religion so she didn't know what to do with herself. She couldn't bring herself to be angry because she was the only one to blame for her death. There was no way to reverse it now. For months she has sulked in desolate houses and scared the skin off people who witnessed her walking the night. She couldn't control anything and it drove her insane. Finally she found St. Love Mansion and made herself comfortable. She finally found some control and regained some pride in herself almost a year after her death.
Taesu wandered into the kitchen and shut the lights off as she entered. The cabinets had been piled with human food and Taesu half grinned, half gagged at the idea of humans coming. As far as she knew, they didn't know ghosts called this place home. Six, very dead, ghosts. It would be interesting to see their reactions. Taesu gave a small somewhat evil chuckle and peered out the window. A human was already here, she saw. A boy. If it wasn't for the sunlight, she would have gone out to meet him, but she stayed in her place, waiting for more people to come.