Someone Stole My Tracking Skill and I Want It Back

Gahyun hated empty pockets. The missing thing in her life was not money or luck, but the tracking skill that had made her impossible party work. She still walked into dungeons with a healer, a mapmaker, a timing expert, and a shield user, and she still brought out the clear reports people said could not happen. When an old diving log tied to a vanished haenyeo lands in her hands, she starts following marks no one else can see. Then Sora appears, wet-haired, quiet, and tied to a place she should not be able to leave. Gahyun wants proof. Sora wants silence respected. Their first shared space is a school room full of dust, old rules, and one paper crane that should have been thrown away long ag...