̫̫̗̟̣̘̮͖̩͈͕̭͈͎̤͚̗̫͓͕̮̪͖̘̠͓̦͓̾́̾̎̎̎̆͛͒̍͊̉̃̽̀̽͊̓̍̂̈́͗̍̽̐̄̈́̚I̜̞̖͎͕͍͙̩̫̪̐̐̎̑̑͑̐̔̚ͅ wish̬̖̥͓̱̝͕͔̳̞̎͗̀̆ you̫͉̠̤̦̘̞͑̇̉̾͊ͅ werĕ̘̩̲̲͈̯͍̜̪͂̋̾͗̂̍̊̑ͅ my̮̣̭͉̿͗͒͌͛͊̿̏̎ͅ grave.̗̪̜̖̖̠͓̠́̑̊͌ I̠͖͈̳̲̝͚̰̪̳̞̅̍̇̀́̍ͅ wanț̜͎̘̱͎͉͇͎͎̯̆̍̑́̋̅͊͑̊͗͑ my̜̝̲̥̲͉̲͇̜̎̑̀͗̓̐́̓ bones̪̮̯̮̖̭͕̝̤̗̙̗̀̆̑́ and̟̙̱̪̖̦̬͈̮̠͙̥̓̏̔̀͐͂̿̂̅̓̚̚ flesh̤͇͉̦̔̋̆̓͆̔́͊̒͐̿ to̙̤̫̳̞̭̖̽̽̋̈̄͑ bė̲̥̦̠̣̦͛̈͊̿͛̈͋̊̏͑ͅ buried̬̩͉͚̠̝̪͙̙͂́̈́̍̓̎̆̔̔̎͒ͅ completely̲̖̳̫͎̘̍̿̔́̂ͅ inside̮̗͕̲̞͍̝̾͆̉͒͗̆͆̑̉̓̐̋ you.온̱̬̲͍̳̟̦͑̀́́̃̀̔͌͒̓전̳̜̝͎̔̄̅̑͊͗͛̓̔͋히͎̥̗̬͙̽̐͑̎̔ I̘̰̤͍͍̞̰̥͚̠͛̀̏͌̀́͐̐ hope̱͔̜̘͇̪͇͇͋̐͊̓̓̽ you͓̮̬̮͚̦̣̰̤̦̤̒̋͆̀̈́̀̓̀̀̐̓̾ arë͎͍̟̗̬͇̲͓̘̱́̇͑͒͑̚ irreparably̳͓̗͔̲͑̓̋̉̃̓ broken͓̟̳͙̞̱̒͗͒͂͂͊̐̊̚ because̥͔͇̖̱͇̟̤̫̥̫̩͊͊̾͗͛̈̈́̐̒ oḟ̟̭̜̤̱͔̗͔̆́̑̈̽̄̈́͗ͅͅ my͙͙͍̪̤͕̟̳̯͌̆̂̍͊̂̅̅̋ death.̭̦͚̦͎͕̮͍̙̯͗͂̈́̔̾͆ͅͅ Is̮̰͖̤̠̲̪̦̄̀͆͑̏̇̇̀͌̓̀ͅ this͍͚̘̫̱̬͔̯̉̃̽̄͆̾͛͒ whaṭ̰̭̰̲̦̝̔̏̋̆̾̈́͗͊͗̄̇ love내͔̠͍̟̙̃̄̇͐ͅ is?̝̮͚̯͕̮̆͂̍͌̎̉́ Every̝͈̲̠̪̬̓͌̎̊ day,때͎̳͙͈͊̂̀̿̍̀̔ I문̟̩͖̟̜͍̩̰̟̲͖̈́̐̄̆̄͗́̈̚̚ waiť̲̳̭̜͇̜̤͚̞̮̍̇̿̀̒̽̂̋̔̆ͅ for͂͋̀͂̐̔목요일̞̤̣̲͉̟̙ the͔͈̩̩͍͙̪͎̳̰̅̒̈́̑́̏́̇̆̽̓ͅ moment͖̪͓̫̃̓̌̓̏̔̄ your̮̰̟̫̗̯͎̮̰̂͂̏͂̌ͅ breath없̳̝͙̠͙̘͙̗͈̗̣̎̔͂̀͆͋̀̊̐̈́̓̏ stops.͎͖͚̙̩̫̲̪͕̰̣͗̈́̈́ͅ The망̠͍͉̙͉͖̇̐̊̆́̉͊̔ moment가̱̤̮͍̯͚̀͂̌̋ we지̤̬̖̦̞͙̠̭̰̯́̓̋̐̿̿ͅ will̫͚̙͚͓̜͖͈̖̃͋̂̆͗̌́ be바̠͎̩̬́̐̓̽̋͗̾ͅ togetheṛ̝̙̬̳̀̓̅̒̑ forever.̱̗̰̙̯͓̮̱͊̔̈́͛͋̆̿ I͓͇̗̲͌̊̾͒̒̈́͆̚ͅ can'ẗ̖̭̱̫̬̖̱̱̱́̿̿͐̎̾͒ kill게͎̩̟̞̙̠̬͓̀̐̀̏̓̑̋̐̿̚ you.사̩̣̪̳̱̖̩̦̖̿̔̅͑̏̾͑͗̉̃ How랑͎͓͓͔̠̑̆͆̂̎̿͐̾̔̊̂ could이̤͖̱͈̟̰̿͐̌̅ I야̖͚̬̟̿̽̎̅̑͗͒͑̿?͕̮͔͙͈͎͂̈́̇̓̋̄̀ kill나̩͖͖̜̮̀̂͗̉ you?는̦̬͉̰͈͚͈̩̖̂͗̒̾̿́ You're매̗͚̯͕͙̜͈̫͉̲͉̬͗̉͗̉͋̓ my일̮̩̖̝̫̞͕̰̯͒̾̄̂̚̚ first네̘̗̰͉̙̟̗̘̗̪͇̫̿̏̿̉̏̅̑̀͛͋́ love.숨̯̪̯̱̤͍̟̱͕̲͙̾͆̍̈̓̇̇̎͑ First이̬͇̮̠̜̩̘̌̌͗̽̔͋̈̓̔̚ love멈͉̱͚͓̜͒͌̉͂̌̂̏̿̈̚ goes추̗̰̥̥̥͖̠̍̊͌̌͑̊̅́̉̌̇̌ to는̱̯͍͋̈́͗͛͗̀ͅ the순͓̞̱̝̠̘͎̀̀̋̀́̎̀̑ͅͅ grave.간̣̭̦̞͉̥͎̙̮͉̝͚̣̘̮͖̩͈͕̭͈͎̤͚̗̫͓͕̮̪͖̘̠͓̦͓̥̭͍̱͎̭̟̙̠͕͂̆̈́́̏̃̀̒̎̓̈́͑̍͊̉̃̽̀̽͊̓̍̂̈́͗̍̽̐̄̈́̐͋̅́̀̿̚ͅ

Damgyeong Village, a cursed place. I was born there.

Lowlife. In Damgyeong Village, that was my name.

Born as the child of a shaman, children threw stones at me, calling me a ghost, and adults spat at me, saying I was bad luck.

Even when my head was shoved into the stream, even when I was locked in a shed to spend the night, no one came to look for me.

All the adults saw. No one stopped it.

There was only one by my side when I cried. That child with the name I gave him,

Han Yeom-yeon.

“Why are you always here?”

When I asked, he always said,

“Because I thought you would be here.”

After I was kicked out of the village, they said people started disappearing one by one. No exorcist who went to Damgyeong Village ever returned. And ten years later, a request to break the curse came to me.

Finally.

I see the entrance to the village. The village that does not remember me.

Is he still here?

49th Day Rite

I. Vengeance · Offer a table that breaks the taboos
II. Sealing · Offer a table that keeps the taboos
III. Resolution · Listen to a hundred-year-old story
IV. Side · Tie a red thread

Taboos

Entrance at the Hour of the Ox
Rotting peaches
A chicken at the end of its life
Intercourse with the dead
Poisoned liquor mixed with blood