Kang Cheonsa

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 Personality

Cheonsa is sweet and friendly, albeit meek. She tends to be forgetful and clumsy, but she makes up for it with her generous heart.

In life, she was hard-working and intelligent. She was quiet and studious, always keeping to herself and focusing on her studies. She was anti-social and spent most of her life fearing her father. She was often sluggish and morose, especially toward the end of her life.

In death, she is more timid, but far more cheerful than she had been in life. Most of this is due to the fact that she can't remember much about her life. She's hopeful and willing to help anyone who needs it. She's clever and charming, but is also naive to a fault. More than anything, she is desperate to remember how she died and yearns to move on into the next life.

When Cheonsa finally remembers her life and death, she becomes more detached and chaotic. Angry about the unfairness of her life and plagued by the memory of her death, she distances herself from others and becomes a sort of poltergeist. She is pessimistic and pitiful, often sobbing or screaming for hours on end.

## Biography

Cheonsa had always been her parents' pride and joy. She was a smart child, ahead of her peers in academics and talented enough to set her apart from the other kids her age. Because of her family's low status, Cheonsa became the hope and savior of the family, one day making it big and rescuing her family from poverty.

This fate had been decided for her before she could walk on her own and she grew up molded by the fact that she would be the one to hold her household together. She worked harder than any of her classmates, even though she was the smartest one in her town. She was pretty and earned attention from boys, but Cheonsa didn't have time for friends or any sort of menial relationships. If she was going to save her family from financial ruin, she had to do her best.

By the time she was in high school, Cheonsa had skipped a grade and was working two jobs to pay for her family's lifestyle. Her father was retired after injuring himself when Cheonsa was young and her mother worked part-time as a maid. With only one income from her mother and high expectations, Cheonsa was forced to take action. She worked in the early hours of the morning until school began, and after school until the sun went down. In the few hours in between, she poured all her energy in to studying so that she could rise to her highest potential.

Cheonsa was tired and worn-out, but she knew it was for the greater good. She loved her mom and her father, even if he scared her at times. She was going to be the saving grace of the Kang family. She would be the first to attend a university and she would be the one to rescue them from the dirty looks. She burned herself out until she was nothing more than ashes.

When graduation came, Cheonsa was weary, but she knew the end was in sight. All she had to do was get accepted into her first choice university and the rest would be a straight line to victory. Her entire life had been building up to this point and she was ready to reap the rewards of her bounty. But when a rejection notice came in the mail, Cheonsa felt as though her entire life had been crushed until the weight of the world.

Her father was displeased and blamed Cheonsa for not working hard enough. Her mother understood her daughter's troubles but remained silent. Grief and exhaustion took hold of her and shook her to the core. She was sleep deprived, over worked, and heartbroken. She had failed her family and she felt hopeless. Although school had ended, Cheonsa filled her free time in cram schools and every other moment of the day was spent at work. She had an hour a day to sleep and rarely found time for meals. She was working herself to the bone and it was beginning to take a toll on her.

On the way home after work one day, Cheonsa began to wonder if all of her efforts were worth it. Was all of her hard work going to pay off? She had spent her entire life working as hard as she could, only to fail when she needed a victory the most. She was a failure. She was useless. She was hopeless. She was tired.

While waiting for the train to arrive, she teetered on the heels of her feet. She felt dizzy and hungry, and like a ghost of herself. Gripping the straps of her backpack and unsteady on her feet, Cheonsa began to inch closer to the rails of the track. She was lost in her own thoughts and couldn't hear the growing hum of whispers as her feet stepped past the bright yellow barrier, dropping her backpack onto the edge of the platform before jumping off. It wasn't until her back hit the metal grates of the track that she was brought to the present.

Her spine splintered on impact and the gentle buzz of whispers grew louder. She felt no pain, but the voices of on-lookers only grew louder and louder, until the buzz was a roaring siren of gasps and sobs. The lights blinded her and soon enough the chatter was drowned out by the deafening horn of the approaching train.

Cheonsa didn't feel anything when it hit her. As she lay on the tracks, she couldn't feel the train split her body into two pieces. She couldn't feel her legs drift apart from her torso and she couldn't feel the burning heat of her blood as it pooled around her. She didn't feel anything. She was so tired, so numb, so far gone that the pain didn't register. Not until the screams and sirens began to pierce through her skull.

She remained awake for only minutes, but they stretched on like hours. Slowly, the numbness faded and gave into a shooting pain unlike anything she'd ever felt. Her hands felt like they were made of cotton candy, little shards of crystals all whipped up into a cloud of nothingness. She couldn't feel her legs and she couldn't move her eyes. As her vision began to fade and the pain began to dissipate, Cheonsa stared up at the blinding lights above the track with a smile, welcoming the sweet embrace of death.

### Awakening

When she awoke, Cheonsa felt lighter than she ought to and she was cold. Everything around her was still and silent and she couldn't remember how she had gotten there. In fact, she couldn't remember very much at all. She didn't remember her name and she didn't realize that she had passed on until she encountered other spirits. They chided her and avoided her as though she were infectious. Suicidal ghosts weren't welcomed warmly in the ghost realm, but Cheonsa was oblivious to it all. She wandered in circles, trying to find a spirit or human to talk to her. It wasn't until an elderly woman saw her and called her over.
She called the apparition 'Cheonsa', meaning 'angel', as she slipped between the veil of the living and the dead. Cheonsa watched over the woman, holding her hand and crying silent tears until she had completed crossed over. Only then did Cheonsa understand what was going on. She was dead.

Accepting the reality of her situation wasn't easy. She could accept that she was dead. She could accept that she was a ghost. But what she couldn't grasp was why she couldn't remember a single thing about her life before awakening. She wondered if the lack of knowledge was tethering her to the mortal realm and it drove her crazy. No matter how hard she tried, Cheonsa couldn't remember a single thing. She didn't even know if 'Cheonsa' was her real name or not. She was alone and desperate.

Until she can remember her death, Cheonsa wanders around the human plane in search of answers. She doesn't interact with the living very often, unless they see her first. She's not a very good detective, but she hopeful. She's determined to find out who she is and what her life was like before she died. Only when she finds the answers can she move on. Or so she thinks.