A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 2

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“Father!”
“….”
“Please, save me!”
Tears streamed relentlessly from the eyes of a woman who appeared to be in her late teens.
Her desperate pleas for salvation were pitiful to witness, yet the man observing her displayed not a shred of emotion.
Well, there was one emotion to be found.
Contempt.
A cold, disdainful gaze directed toward her.
“Drag her away.”
“Father, no!”
The moment the man’s command fell, several attendants nearby approached and seized her.
Even as she was dragged along by their hands, the woman continued to cry out for mercy.
But no one heeded her pleas.
It wasn’t just the attendants. The eyes of everyone around her looking upon her were all the same.
Contempt and mockery.
Shortly after, someone approached her. It was a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties.
“Older Brother!”
His gaze toward her was equally cold.
“I, I was wrong!”
“….”
The man, who had been silently observing her as she begged for forgiveness with her head bowed to the ground, drew the sword at his waist without hesitation.
And….
“Sav…!”
Thud!
‘What the hell!’
Sia’s eyes snapped open, and she immediately placed her hand over her chest.
Thump-thump—her heart still racing, a relieved sigh escaped her lips.
‘At least it wasn’t the guillotine this time.’
Should I be grateful for that? Sia exhaled sharply. Suddenly, the memory of when she first experienced this phenomenon came to mind.
‘Was I five years old then?’
The day of the incident. The day I first saw a ghost.
‘Mom….’
My mother, who met her end beside me.
After that day when I watched her disappear—her gaze holding both sorrow and a strange sense of relief—I gained the ability to see ghosts.
‘Right.’
Seeing ghosts, I could accept that much.
‘But what is this really?’
I began experiencing this phenomenon around the same time. Not long after my mother died, I encountered it for the first time.
‘It’s not a dream.’
It wasn’t that I was dreaming—it was simply a phenomenon that occurred whenever I closed my eyes. As if being pulled into another world, a new realm unfolded before my eyes.
The first scene I ever witnessed was…
Thump!
A blade piercing through flesh. Just like moments ago.
My heart being run through.
No—that woman’s heart.
A chilling sensation so vivid it felt as though I had possessed her body myself.
Even after opening my eyes, Sia remained silent for a long time.
That was the beginning.
After that, whenever I closed my eyes, I would be pulled into that strange world. And then I would live through the same life all over again.
In that place, I was always the same woman. A woman who appeared to be a Noble Daughter from medieval times.
That woman was, in a word…
Dark.
Dreary!
She spoke little and her expression was perpetually gloomy.
Yet her pride as a noblewoman was insufferably high—she couldn’t bear being disrespected or ignored in the slightest.
When angered, she would scream first and commit atrocities, and at first I was incredibly irritated by her. Because that woman’s ending was always the same.
Death.
By the hands of someone who appeared to be her Older Brother.
By the hands of someone who appeared to be her Father.
Or sometimes she would be dragged to the guillotine and have her neck severed before countless onlookers.
That sensation was truly…
Horrific.
Though I had witnessed that sight countless times, the moment of death never became familiar.
I screamed over and over, begging her to stop dying, to live differently.
As I watched that woman die and return to the past, repeating the same life endlessly, my irritation transformed into something else—pity.
Was it because I kept possessing her body, witnessing her life unfold again and again?
Gradually, a desire for that woman’s happiness began to bloom within me.
But…
Thump!
The woman met her death once more today.
Damn…
During the brief waiting period between takes, I closed my eyes and was pulled into that strange world, and Sia couldn’t help but curse inwardly.
My mood was absolutely foul.
“Sia, are you alright? Did you have another nightmare?”
Jihyun, who had recently returned after organizing everything at Grandmother’s House, approached with alarmed eyes and asked urgently.
Over her face, I could see the image of her crying with joy beneath the persimmon tree, saying she had found nearly thirty million won and thanking me profusely.
She had said she cried for days thinking of Grandmother, who had saved that money without spending it, wanting to give it to her despite their difficult circumstances.
“…It was a nightmare.”
“Look at all this sweat. Let me redo your makeup.”
“Okay.”
Sia exhaled a short sigh, closing her eyes as she felt the familiar touch of Jihyun’s hands.
“…!”
But not long after, she had to open her eyes again in haste.
“Jihyun?”
“….”
“What’s wrong?”
Jihyun asked with a bewildered expression, noticing Sia’s complexion growing even more pallid.
But Sia lacked the composure to answer her question.
‘What… what is this?’
The moment she closed her eyes, the vision from moments before resumed immediately.
‘This has never happened before….’
Normally, after experiencing such a phenomenon once, things would remain quiet for days. But this time, the moment her eyes shut, the scene unfolded again.
Was it because the woman had died? I wasn’t inhabiting her body—I was observing the world while suspended in empty air.
Soon, my eyes met directly with hers as she lay there bleeding to death.
“….”
Upon seeing the dead woman’s eyes brimming with resentment and sorrow, I remained frozen for a long while.
* * *
“Hey… Sia.”
“What?”
“Get some rest.”
“I’m fine.”
I’m not fine….
Manager Hyunseok, watching Sia, offered an awkward smile.
The sight of Sia sitting with her eyes wide open and bloodshot was nothing short of eerie.
The moment she entered the Waiting Room, he’d suggested she rest her eyes, but each time he did, Sia seemed to tense them even more.
With her already large eyes tensed like that, there was something distinctly unsettling about it.
“We’ve got over an hour before the next scene wraps.”
“I know.”
“Just sleep a little.”
“I said no.”
Fine, do as you please.
At her resolute refusal, Hyunseok finally shook his head in resignation. His expression suggested he had no idea why she was acting this way today.
Unable to fully explain her situation, Sia could only remain silent, her frustration simmering beneath the surface.
‘I want to close my eyes too.’
I want to sleep!
Filming continued through the night. Sia understood all too well how crucial these brief moments of rest were.
‘But….’
Today, it felt like she shouldn’t.
Sia exhaled softly, recalling the scene she’d witnessed that afternoon—the eyes of the dead woman filled with resentment and sorrow.
‘I’d rather play games with ghosts whose heads are split open.’
I never wanted to see that sight again.
Over the years, I’d witnessed countless horrifying scenes through various ghosts. Yet I’d never once felt fear upon seeing them.
I knew well that ghosts rarely caused physical harm to humans unless they were afraid—fear was the prerequisite for their violence.
And yet….
‘Why?’
The moment I saw the resentful gleam in the dead woman’s eyes, an inexplicable chill ran down my spine.
It wasn’t as though I’d only witnessed her death once or twice—so why?
‘Something was different today.’
That gaze felt as though it were looking directly at me.
I didn’t want to see that sight again, that gaze again. My heart raced, and something sharp seemed to pierce my entire body in quick, stabbing motions.
‘Pity?’
No, that wasn’t it.
Her life was frustrating and lamentable, but not so much that it truly ached in my chest.
I’d witnessed her death countless times over more than twenty years—no, I’d experienced it alongside her. Why would I suddenly feel that way now? Such sentiment didn’t arise.
It was only that final gaze I’d seen from her today. That look lingered in my mind, refusing to fade.
‘Damn it….’
If only she’d lived better.
『A family of three was found dead in a Daegu Apartment. Mr. A, suffering from financial hardship, murdered his wife and six-year-old son before taking his own life…』
“Oh no….”
News was playing from the television in the Waiting Room. Everyone’s attention naturally turned toward the screen, which highlighted the tragic story.
Hyunseok, my manager standing beside me, clicked his tongue and wore a sympathetic expression.
“….”
I also fixed my gaze on the television.
The basement studio apartment where the family had died was displayed on screen—a scene that starkly revealed the desperation of those who couldn’t overcome financial hardship.
“How much must they have suffered… Tsk.”
“If you’re suffering, does that justify doing that?”
“Huh?”
Hyunseok, who’d unknowingly muttered to himself, flinched at the quiet voice that reached his ears.
“Then he should have died alone.”
My expression and tone, eyes fixed on the television, were utterly indifferent.
But Hyunseok, recalling a certain fact, couldn’t hide his bewilderment.
“Um, uh, Sia….”
“What crime did the child commit.”
“That’s true….”
Hyunseok wanted to turn off the television urgently, but the damned remote was nowhere to be found.
“At least that father died with them.”
Watching me laugh softly, Hyunseok finally unplugged the television entirely. Then he turned back to me with an awkward expression.
I still couldn’t tear my gaze from the darkened screen.
“Sia, are you okay-”
“Sia, please get ready.”
Just as Hyunseok was about to speak again, a member of the filming staff arrived at the Waiting Room.
‘Phew.’
Sia exhaled a quiet sigh internally, finally tearing her gaze from the television and rising slowly from her seat.
‘Something feels off….’
Suppressing the sigh that threatened to escape, Sia made her way toward the Film Set.
Today’s fortune was decidedly poor.
Was it because I’d spent so long in the company of ghosts? There were moments when such premonitions struck with absolute clarity.
A sensation that something would go terribly wrong.
On days like these, something invariably happened—whether trivial or grave.
On such days, the wisest choice was simply to return home and rest.
“Are both of you ready?”
A romantic comedy drama depicting the romance between a handsome, capable young CEO and his secretary.
Nothing particularly challenging about this scene—merely attending a party as the male lead’s partner and carefully attending to him in his secretary’s capacity.
Screeeech….
‘A screech?’
While filming a scene where Sia, as the secretary, checked which foods the picky male lead couldn’t eat, she lifted her head at the unfamiliar sound emanating from somewhere.
“Kyaaaah!”
“Sia!”
The moment she looked up, screams erupted from the crowd.
“…!”
Sia watched as a luxurious chandelier plummeted toward her head… or rather, she saw the ghost clinging to it above, and consciousness slipped away.

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