One year before Min was crowned the Ghost King. In the Veil, a city close to Rag. Inside a normal house, Timo and his younger sister lived.
"I've heard more are going to the Mortal World! Can we too?" lying on the living room floor, Tim's sister flipped through a mortal book. She looked like a mini version of Timo, 5 years younger than him, with a cute charm.
Timo circled from the kitchen to the living room and put food on the coffee table. Messing up his sister's shoulder-length hair, he sat next to her, "You rich? Got power? Connections? You know someone from the council families?"
Timo's bright eyes curved as his sister pouted, then sulked, "No… but I still want to! Can't we try? Granny always used to say 'If you don't try, you'll never know!' Maybe if we talk to one of the families, they'll give us permission! So many received it why can't we?"