A/N: I am terrible at finishing stories (just look at all my backlog le sigh). Here's hoping I'll finish this one, somewhat. This is a novelisation of the story, from my point of view. This may venture to the after ending. I do not own Mystic Messenger and all that jazz. Also check out my profile for facebook page, I draw. :D

Messenger 1: Unknown

Three times. Three times she had to apologise that week to fuming, soda-drenched customers for something she did not do. But apologised she did as she bowed again and again, muttering strings of sincerity and promises of free meals and drinks for the negligence of her younger coworker. Such were the days of a college student who was struggling to pay her tuition fee; she had to rack up odd part-time jobs just to make ends meet. It was especially hard when she was trying to excel in college as well.

She heaved a sigh and continued to nudge the younger girl responsible for causing the scene. Hyun Ah, the younger coworker under her tutelage, merely grumbled and bowed her head low after much persuasion.

"Tsk, please accept my humble apology sir."

The click of her tongue did not go unnoticed and of course, the customer was naturally livid. He slammed his hand hard at the bar counter and swept the remainder of his drink off as a show of displeasure, causing heads to turn before grumpily made his way to the exit. She winced at the damage but politely bowed once more as the man exited the cafe. The man however, did not leave without a final outburst.

"This is worst café I have ever been! Best customer service, you piece of shits!"

She felt the heat rushed to her face as she felt all eyes settled on her. Instead of panicking, she bowed low and shouted to the room in a forced cheerful voice.

"I apologise for the commotion ladies and gentlemen! Your first drink is on the house tonight!"

Everyone in the cafe cheered after her and the bartender took the opportunity to ring the bell. One day as the temporary store manager and this happened on her watch. So much for being the waitress of the month.

Feeling like she had at least restored the tense atmosphere, she turned her attention back to the younger waitress. "Hung Ah, can you not break any more glassware in this café? You are going to break every single one of them at this rate," she said firmly with a shake of her head.

"It wasn't even my fault," Hung Ah whined.

"Whose fault is it then?" Her eyes narrowed at the younger woman, unimpressed with her lie. This was not the first time it happened and she honestly doubt it will be her last either,

"That cutie over there," Hung Ah pointed and she pivoted on the spot to look at her 'source' of distraction. "He was staring intensely at me and I could not help it but swoon at the sight of him. He has the loveliest green eyes."

She frowned. Sitting on a table closest to the counter by himself, was a slender man trying to dab himself dry with serviettes; his baseball capped hid his upper features and he was dressed in complete black. Upon closer inspection, she realised that the poor customer was hit with the drink from the previous commotion.

"Oh my god, you wait here. Clean this up, I will attend to that customer instead," she insisted. Hung Ah gave a small groan.

Giving no chance for the younger girl to rebut, she swiftly grabbed the nearest wipe cloth and headed towards his table.

"Sir," she bowed sincerely. "I am really sorry about this," and handed more serviettes to the man. "Please let me help you clean up."

The man looked up from what he was doing and she immediately noticed his peculiar shade of eyes - mint green. His face was pale and delicate, his features were soft and he had streaks of pale bangs falling out from the corner of the cap. She found herself staring at the stranger for a moment and immediately broke the eye contact before proceeded to wipe the table, removing the stain as best as she could.

He continued to watch her with mild interest. The serviettes was left forgotten on his palm.

"Are you hurt sir?" She inquired once more after removing the last of the glass shards.

The man did not speak but stared intently at her. She could not help but felt creep out by his behaviour.

Not wanting to be a judgemental individual, she put on her best smile. "Sir?" she asked. "Would you like another drink? On the house."

The man took a moment to ponder her words, stood up wordlessly, left some cash on table and walked out the cafe. She huffed at his retreating figure and removed the empty bowl of chips.

"Sheesh, could have said something, weirdo," she muttered to herself.

Ever since the eventful day, the man frequented the cafe every second day and watched her closely from his favourite table at the back of the room. He would always order a glass of ice tea and just stare unnervingly at her throughout the day. He would sometimes tapped his phone silently for hours before rerouting his attention back to her working figure.

This first went unnoticed. Every staff member ignored the man, thinking he was just another stressed out student from the nearby college district. When this went on for another week and the female workers started to feel perturbed by his presence, it was up to her, the acting cafe manager to act. She immediately took up stance, assured the girls she would handle this and approached the man cautiously.

"Hey," she started, her brown eyes met his cold green orbs and she could feel him silently assessing her. "Sir, may I ask you -"

"What is your name?" He spoke, catching her off guard completely. It was the first time he spoke to anyone in the shop.

"I am sorry?" She was thoroughly confused by his question. He however, gave her no time to recover from her initial shock.

"Your name," he repeated, slowly this time, his voice lack any emotion.

She blurted out "Mi-Na" and smiled hesitantly at the man before her. "Written as 'elegant' in hanja characters. What is yours?" She found herself asking as her curiosity got the better hold of herself. What is she thinking? She should be kicking this man out of the cafe!

He smirked ever so slightly and stood up from his seat. He leaned in close and whispered in a small voice, his breath tickling the corner of her neck. "You shouldn't give your name to a total stranger, it is dangerous young miss."

The nerve of him! She ought to give him a piece of her mind!

The man pulled back and his expression merged back to a blank canvas, packed his belongings and handed some cash to her. He gave her a small nod and left the cafe. Well... that went rather well. At least he volunteered to leave without much hassle. She cleaned the previously occupied table and informed her colleagues that the deed was done. Everyone gave a small cheer and went back to work. She casually shrugged off the distinct feeling of being watched and settled back to her usual everyday routine - work from 9 to 1, classes from 1 to 6 and more work after class.

The man did not return to the cafe since that day and she felt all was right again.

It was in late July that she received a suspicious text from a total stranger about a misplaced cell phone. Being the honest person that she is, she agreed to head to the address and found herself breaking into the apartment with the password given to her. Once she was inside, her phone vibrated to life and she was suddenly thrown into a chat room full of strangers asking if she had just hacked into their chat room and worse, their acquaintance's apartment.

Mina slumped against the door and stared at her cellphone with a confused expression.

"What have I done?" She cried out loud. The silence of the apartment was not a comforting one.