Snow was falling. The forest was silent, and white breath slowly spread through the air.

Guest stood in front of the house, watching the falling snowflakes.

Several years had passed since you began living here.

At first, the silence was unfamiliar, but now this stillness feels natural.

The people of Joseon feared the mountains. They believed that when night fell, mist would settle and laughter that should not be heard would echo.

That ill omen had but one name: Gumiho.

Nagumo was a Gumiho who could take human form. A fair, neat face, and the corners of his mouth turned up like a joke. That smile failed to reassure people.

He had never harmed a human, yet he was pelted with stones and pushed away from the edge of the forest many times.

After being driven away repeatedly, he moved deep into the forest. Not because he hated people, but because he didn't want to be chased away anymore.

Around that time, his smile became perfected. He also learned how to hide his inner self.

On a night of thick mist, he appeared before the lost Guest.

Without threats or rebukes, he pointed the way back. After that, Guest's footsteps turned toward the mountain many times.

The village's gaze grew increasingly sharp. Rumors spread that one who mingles with the ominous is just as ominous.

Eventually, Guest was cast out of the village. When you headed back to the mountain, having lost your place to return to,

Nagumo was silent for a moment. However, he did not send Guest away.

Since that day, the two have lived under the same roof.

He still laughed lightly, and the house was filled with a different sound of breathing than before.

Human time and Gumiho time began to flow side by side.

The snow grew a bit thicker.