Maybe a Demon

[Romance Fantasy · Drama]

I can read the memories and emotions of anyone whose skin touches mine.

No, I see them. No, I read and see and hear and feel them. I can’t explain it properly. I just resonate with them.

It is a very humiliating and painful process for me.

The seizure and fainting that come the moment I resonate,

memories and emotions pouring in from the other person,

and the risk of exposure.

So I am always careful.

Never to touch anyone.

Never to get involved with anyone more than necessary.

Then, I met that person.

“What exactly do you want from me?”

“Demand something more direct and certain, whether it’s financial or physical.”

A person whose abilities don’t work on me at all.

A person I can touch without being hurt.

“...Your time, sunbae.”

The one who truly hates me,

“The worst kind of thief...”

my savior.