Found

Choi Yeong walked onto the campus of the University of San Francisco after riding the trolly. At least the public transportation here seemed to be moving people right along their way.

Yeong asked a few students if they had heard of the cryptid mothman and if it truly had appeared in this part of the United States. Several of them pointed Yeong toward the victim’s dormitory.

As he walked that way, Yeong could help but notice the one he had seen in the vision. She was sitting upon a bench and reading a book.

Quietly Yeong approached her and gently sat next to Moon. “Dangsin-eun geunyeoibnida,” Choi commented to Moon. “Nae kkum-e naoneun salam.”
(“You are her. The one in my dream.” In Korean.)