Chapter 0 Prologue

Knock! Knock! May I come in, please; came a soft, but passionate voice.

Yes; I said.

I wondered who came at this time of the day. It was late noon and that also in the summer season. People mostly relax drinking beverages in cool, air-conditioned rooms, just like I was previously. I felt a little disturbed to have someone interrupting my relaxing time.

I spent an extremely busy day, from the morning and this was the only time I had to refresh myself. I have to fly back to Gwangju today at night, which meant I won't have enough sleep.

Soon enough the door open and in came a pretty young woman who might have been in her mid 20s. She was wearing a short flowy dress and her beautiful slender legs showed off. Her big, black eyes were fanned by long curly eyelashes. She had no makeup at all. Infact it wasn't needed. Her milky white skin glazed as the sunlight fell on her round, little face. She swept her hand through her jet black hair, which were dyed blue towards the tips, and walked in as slowly and tenderly as possible.

Good afternoon Ma'am; she said in a delicate tone.

I was a bit dazzled by her beauty. Girls like her are a rare sight now, as most of them wore heavy makeup and their real face was not revealed.

Huh, yeah, good afternoon dear; I said; How can I help you?

I gained my consciousness.I'm not a bisexual, I was just dazed to see that such a beauty can exist.

Um, I want you to read this diary; she said bringing out a brown leather diary from her side-bag.

I was surprised. She came to me in this hot afternoon to ask me to read a diary! Is she illiterate or something? She doesn't looks like one though.

Why dear, you can't read?; I asked her politely.

Yes, I can; she said and lowered her head.

Then why do you want me to read? Is it in some other language?;

No, it's in our mother tongue; she said; it's just that I am too weak to read it.

Now I understood that there was some sentimental issue in it. But I didn't want to interfere in someone's private life. I was very particular in this privacy thing, both for mine and other's.

But don't you think, the person, whose diary it belongs to, will be angry?; I asked.

Confusingly, she gave a mysterious smile and shook her head. Even if the person is dead?; she said, her eyes on the diary, probably recalling the moments spent with that person.

I stopped the cup of coffee in front of my mouth, but couldn't take a sip from it, after hearing about a dead person.

I fell silent for a moment. But after sensing the awkwardness of the silent room, I said; But why me? Why not one of your relatives?;

He was a great fan of your writings and has always wanted to meet you. So I thought maybe bringing his diary to you will help; she said in a casual tone, with a tragic smile curling at the corners of her lips.

Okay then, keep it over here, I'll read it; I said trying to sound interested.

She nodded her head, without any expression on her face. Before leaving, she handed me a visiting card and asked me to call if needed.

The visiting card said :

Dr. Naomi Neo

Ph. no. : 82xxxxxxxxxx

After she left, I felt curious. Who was she? What is written in the diary? What was the relationship between her and the dead person?

So many questions were fluttering through my mind, but I shoved them off. Why should I worry myself about some strangers?

The diary remained on the chair where she left it. Everytime I looked at it, I had a feeling of sympathy. Maybe I should read the diary. But I don't know anything about that girl or this diary. What if-What if it's cursed? ?

Well that went a bit too far?.

Before reading this diary I need to know about that girl and everything else.

I looked at the visiting card, dialed her number and asked her to come to my room.

Within a few seconds she came, a bit surprised to be called so early.

Before I read this diary, can you please tell me about yourself and what brings you here to me, to read this diary?; I said.

The girl, Naomi, didn't hesitated and started right away...