Ghost Apple

Top (Gong):

Seo Won (33)

A cold-type S-Class Esper who uses ESP (Extra-Sensory Perception), veiled in ominous black energy. His mastery over ice is so advanced he can even create autonomous duplicates of himself.

CEO of Prism BioBattery and the last remaining mixed-blood heir of the Kangsan Group.

He was once doomed to die young due to his genetics, but survived after receiving a heart transplant from a perfectly matched S-Class Esper.

However, that heart already bore someone else's Imprint.

To survive, he must track down the Guide who etched that Imprint—bind them to his side, no matter what it takes.

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Bottom (Soo):

Cha Han-gyeom (28)

A rare Guide who uses GP (Guiding Perception) to stabilize the ESP channels of others. His abilities are so atypical that he’s unclassifiable by standard grading systems.

An unregistered Guide working off the grid, making a living by selling his guidance through underground brokers.

He lost his beloved Imprinter five years ago, and now lives as a hollow shell, waiting quietly for death.

Then, one day, a man with piercing blue eyes appears before him.

But why does that man’s heart carry the Imprint he engraved long ago?

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At an unofficial research facility created by the Association, Cha Han-gyeom was horrifically exploited. Five years ago, he escaped that place the moment he lost his Imprinter.

One day, while scraping by at the very bottom of the pit—selling his guiding ability just to survive—someone appeared before him.

Seo Won, whose entire body was veined with black streaks, on the verge of completely losing control. A man with cold blue eyes—and a heart burning like fire.

“Cha Han-gyeom.”

He spoke Han-gyeom’s name, which he hadn't even been told, as if tasting it on his tongue. With both hands planted on the desk Han-gyeom was leaning against, he leaned in close.

As the overhead light cast his shadow long and deep, it fell across Han-gyeom’s face like a dark veil.

“Don’t forget what I said earlier.”

Suddenly trapped in the man’s arms, Han-gyeom turned his head away, pretending to be unfazed, and exhaled a plume of cigarette smoke.

“What are you talking about?”

The man abruptly grabbed the hand holding the cigarette. Han-gyeom’s hand fit perfectly in that firm, commanding grip.

“I said if you want… I can do even more than that.”