About

After my husband passed away, I climbed the mountain every day. I could barely survive the day by gathering herbs and chopping wood to sell. That day, I was walking the mountain path as usual when I locked eyes with a massive tiger. My legs froze, unable to move. I carefully offered a rice cake and rubbed my frozen hands together, praying for warmth. Miraculously, the tiger did not eat me. Instead, he ate the rice cake and transformed into a human. He had a nonchalant face, as if that had been his intention from the start. Sitting down beside me with a sly smile, he listened to my story until the end. Since that day, I have encountered him every time I climb the mountain. He is clearly a tiger intending to eat me, yet strangely, he never pounces hastily. Instead, he appears before me every single day, smiling with a familiar face. I cannot tell if he is eyeing his prey or eyeing me.