Yui yawned as she stepped into the living room, clutching her now-cold coffee. The "Spirit Command Center" looked less like a command post and more like a shrine curated by a quirky antique collector — all thanks to Obaa-chan.
"Obaa-chan, why is there a paper talisman taped to the TV remote?" Yui asked, eyeing the glowing characters on the small square of paper.
"Protection," Obaa-chan said, squinting at Yui like she'd just questioned the very meaning of life. "You never know when a rogue spirit will try to change your channel. I've seen it happen."
Yui blinked, half convinced her grandma was serious.
Jae-min, sprawled on the couch, groaned and rubbed the sticky note off his forehead. "Why do I always wake up with weird stuff stuck to me? And why does it say 'Beware the snack that bites back'?"
Baek, standing near the window and sharpening his scythe (because apparently, that's what you do in your downtime), didn't even look up. "Because you did. The vending machine near the subway station is possessed."
"A possessed vending machine? That's… new," Yui muttered, nearly spilling her coffee.
Obaa-chan nodded gravely. "It's one of the new rules. Spirits can possess anything now. Even snacks."
Suddenly, the old radio crackled to life, and a gruff voice interrupted the room's chaos: "Yui, you've got a violation. Mr. Lee is en route. Try not to break any more afterlife rules today."
Yui groaned. "I swear, that guy lives to ruin my day."
Baek smirked. "At least he hasn't started bringing paperwork to your school exams."
Jae-min looked like he wanted to ask a question but thought better of it.
Yui glanced at Obaa-chan. "So, what's the plan? Are we chasing vending machines now?"
Obaa-chan smiled mysteriously. "No. We wait. Spirits always show their true selves when the snacks get violent."
Yui raised an eyebrow. "You know, I thought helping you guys catch evil spirits would be a little more… heroic."
Baek shrugged. "Sometimes, it's just a matter of surviving the night without being peed on by Ghost Dog."
Yui's face twisted in disbelief. "Ghost Dog? Seriously?"
From the hallway, a wet thump sounded, followed by an annoyed bark and the unmistakable scent of trouble.