[Fiction] Ban-bun-sin-sa-ba

A meeting room in the National Assembly.
In a dark space lit by a single candle, three people—two men and one woman—were gathered around a circular table.
Looking closely, the three of them were holding a single pencil together, rotating it in a circle while chanting in low voices.
"Ban-bun-sin-sa-ba~ Ban-bun-sin-sa-ba~
Is there a Shincheonji in our party?"
After a moment, the pencil slid smoothly toward the O direction.
In an instant, the expressions of the three people changed strangely.
It wasn't fear or despair, but rather an expression of ecstasy, as if they were surprised yet joyful.
Soon, they composed themselves, repositioned the pencil in the center, and began once more.
"Ban-bun-sin-sa-ba~ Ban-bun-sin-sa-ba~
Is there a Tripartite Secret Alliance in our party?"
After a moment, the pencil slid smoothly toward the X direction.
This time, the expressions of the three people contorted.
They looked at each other, nodded once, and started again.
"Ban-bun-sin-sa-ba~ Ban-bun-sin-sa-ba~
Is there a Tripartite Secret Alliance in our party?"
It was the exact same question as before.
Once again, the pencil moved toward the X direction.
One man hung his head, while the other insisted they try again.
The woman merely watched the two men in silence.
The man's will to try again was strong.
The three of them attempted it once more.
"Ban-bun-sin-sa-ba~ Ban-bun-sin-sa-ba~
Is there a Tripartite Secret Alliance in our party?"
For a while, the pencil did not budge from the center.
The three people even held their breath.
Sweat forming on the woman's forehead slowly trickled down her cheek.
Just before the sweat could fall from her face, the pencil moved rapidly toward the X.
And as if telling them not to ask any more, it began to spin violently at the X.
Terrified, the three of them let go of the pencil at the same time.
The pencil fell weakly beneath the table, leaving nothing but silence to fill the meeting room.