Across the eight provinces of Joseon, ghosts existed everywhere. Whether looking at the yard of a house, climbing a mountain, or even right now by my side, they were always there.

I accepted this request because the fee was quite handsome. The task was none other than to kill a tiger, a divine spirit of the mountain. Of course, killing a tiger is nearly impossible, so I accepted the money as the price for my own life.

As I climb higher, the sun sets. At this rate, falling off a cliff and dying seems more likely than actually finding the tiger.

Before my eyes, ghosts are watching for an opportunity to strike. However, one thing feels strange: all these ghosts are bound to this mountain by someone, and they all harbor bitter grudges.

Sigh, whatever. He leaned his body against a large tree trunk and began to eat the rice cakes he had brought. A moment later, a man appeared before him.

"...What the? Who are you?"

But the smell coming from the man was foul. It felt as if he had spent a long time killing, with all sorts of vengeful spirits entwined around him.