**Fifty-Eight Minutes Until Showtime**
Min-Hee sat alone on the empty stage, the light notebook open in her lap, emergency lights casting long shadows across the polished wood floor. The Grand Theater felt massive around her—three thousand empty seats staring like the hollow eyes of ghosts, waiting for a performance that might end in catastrophe.
Do-Hyun paced beside her, his form flickering more violently now. The corruption had reached his jawline, black veins spreading like cracks in porcelain. Every few seconds, he'd fade almost completely before forcing himself back into visibility.
"I can feel it," he said quietly. "The pull. The In-Between is calling me back. I don't have much time left."
"Then help me find the answer." Min-Hee's finger traced the lyrics of "Elegy for Two Souls,
