The parts my editor cut

Celine made a bracelet or charm the moment Rumi was born.

It was meant to remind herself that the baby is not to be harmed and must be protected.

The tree scene and in Rumi's anger, threw away the bracelet or charm before she teleports away.

Celine was too shocked and terrified by Rumi's request to see what Rumi just did.

Post movie (maybe couple weeks/months), there has not been any contact with Celine.

The girls heads back to the hanok, wanting to confront Celine.

Instead, they see a massive, feral and snarling wolf who, in a blink of an eye lunges towards them.

They fought but their weapons are useless against it.

Rumi was smacked out towards the courtyard and the wolf leaps towards her.

These two fought, Rumi unknowingly cornered underneath the ancient tree.

Then she recognizes that the wolf is Celine and she tries to call out to her. To no avail.

The wolf Celine prowls towards her, snarling.

The wolf leapt and pins Rumi down with her sheer strength.

Rumi tries to use her half demon strength but it appears she can barely lift herself away.

The wolf opens its jaw, ready to bite her head off before a chime is heard.

The wolf head snaps to attention and seems to try to gauge where the chime is coming from.

Rumi is trying to control her breathing knows the sound. It was the charm she had thrown weeks/months back.

The charm that Celine had told her to always keep close, bcs it can protect her.

The wolf Celine seemingly transfixed by the chimes let Rumi go, as she heads towards the sound of the chime.

Mira and Zoey, who just got up from a beating of the lifetime, helps Rumi.

Rumi tells them the wolf is Celine.

They followed Celine and sees her standing, reaching out to grab the stuck charm.

She then gives it a sniff before she whines and investigates where the little pup is.

She sniffs the air but cant seem to find her.

Rumi softly calls out to her.

Instead she gets ignored as Celine heads towards Miyeong's and thirdlight's graves.

She tuckes herself between the gravestones, gently holding the little charm.

The only source I could find was a Facebook post from an account full of AI cat stuff.

I figured you would want to know, hope you have a good day☆

Dammit.

I nod, setting down my chalk and spellbook. “It does sound like there might have been a bit of a misunderstanding.”

“She took against me, that's what happened,” the dead girl says with a scowl. She looks about fourteen, round faced and spotty, with whisps of brown hair peaking out from under her mob-cap. Her face and her crossed arms have a tell-tale bluish tinge to them. A cholera death.

“I been here for don't know how long and never gave any trouble. Nobody ever complained about me 'till her.”

…well, that's not strictly true.

Number 12, Barclay Street has been attracting rumours of haunting since the mid nineteenth century.

Sounds of faint singing and crying in the corridors at night. Cold spots. Doors that open and close by themselves. Animals acting strangely. Harmless, mid to low-level stuff, typical for a bored teenage poltergeist.

Still, pointing that out isn't likely to achieve much, and certainly the most recent complaints of blood running down the walls, screams in the dark and paralysing night terrors seem distinctly out of character.

The ghost toes the chalk again, more tentatively this time. It stays resolutely unbroken.

She could get out if she wanted to. I'm not one of those assholes who brings out their full arsenal of wards and sigils for a first meeting with a level 2 spectre. The summoning circle will keep her in one place for as long as I need her to talk, but it wouldn't hold for a moment if she really fought against it.

I take it as a good sign that she's still here. Pouting or not, she's clearly willing to work with me.

“None of the others could do this,” she says. “None of 'em even saw me.” She looks up. “Are you here to exise me?”

“Exorcise,” I say instinctively, and curse myself when she flinches. “Sorry, no, no! I don't exorcise people from their homes without good reason, not if they're happy where they are.”

“I was happy. Till she started calling in all them ghost hunters.”

Mrs Delaney had been quite persistent in her attempts to 'fix' her haunted house. Most of the people she found were charlatans, of course, but I'd still arranged an appointment as fast as I could once word reached me. It wouldn't have been long before she happened upon somebody with Talent, and unfortunately not everybody in this field knows how to behave like a professional.

“I think we might be able to help each other,” I say, careful to keep my voice calm and level.

“Don't see how. Not unless you can exorcise Her.”

“Not quite what I had in mind.” I pull out my phone and scroll through my photos. “You say that you're not the cause of the most recent incidents of paranormal activity?”

A pause. The ghost gnaws on her lip. I wait, patiently, keeping my body language open and nonthreatening. “I… I knocked her coffee cup over,” she admits at last. “She was being mean and talking on her telephone, saying I done all these things when I never did! So I decided to show her what I could do if I wanted.”

“Hmm.” The ghost eyes me nervously, as if expecting me to pull out a book, bell and candle and banish her on the spot.

“I only tipped it,” she adds. “I didn't break it or nothing!”

“You shouldn't have touched it at all,” I say sternly. “But… I can appreciate that you were frustrated, so let's say no more about it.”

The ghost looks relieved.

“My point is,” I continue, “if you weren't the one making blood rain from the ceiling or tormenting people in their sleep, then what was? There's no other ghosts on the property.” I find the picture I was looking for. “You can get anywhere around the house, right? Including behind the furniture and in the backs of cupboards?”

“Yes'm.”

I hold the phone up so that she can see the picture on the screen. “I'm going to let you go free in a moment, and I need you to see if you can find anything that looks like this.”

The ghost wrinkles her forehead. “What's that when it's at home?”

Drained water from places suffering from drought for absolute pennies.

Made African mothers dependent on their milk formula, which they gave for free, until their milk dried up. Then they required them to purchase it, mothers could not afford it, mixed in too little to fulfill nutrient needs, and mixed it with polluted water. Children died.

Used slavery to produce their cocoa.

Pushed for water to be considered a “want” not a “need” and is at the forefront of arguments that water is not a human right.

Poisoned Chinese infants with melamine in their milk formula.

Demanded Ethiopia pay a debt owed to Nestle, during a FAMINE.

Price-fixed food items.

Contributed to deforestation for their cocoa farming.

The worst thing is, Nestle owns TONS of other brands, making it difficult to avoid for certain products.

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May I present to you, nationalclothing.org?

We hated them. We didn't really clock the nationalist nature of the thing but we we hated being asked to stand in a big group and sing songs for nobody. It was boring and goofy. Thinking about it now, it really was just our teachers using us as fodder for a Mass Ritual to Prevent 9/11 from Happening Again.

Eventually, some kids developed a sort of game. The ceremony had all these little dramatic pauses between sections of a speech or in-between songs. Kids would wait for those little pauses and, right before the song started, just shout "NINE ELEVEN!" There was a voice for it to. You had to sound kinda like a Patrick Star or a similar exaggerated dunderhead type character.

You tell them! How dare they exclude dad from the wedding!