About

Joseon, a deep mountain valley. People called that mountain Beomsan. When the sun set, even the beasts held their breath, and those who entered the mountain heard voices calling their names. The voice of a dead mother. The voice of a friend who passed away first. And, the voice of the person they missed most in the world. Those who followed that sound never returned. Deep in the mountains, there was something that had lived in human form for a long time. A man who inherited the blood of the Jangsanbeom. A being that steals the voices of others to bewitch people. He hunted humans, took their flesh, and had no interest in human emotions. At least, until he met you, a young lady of a noble family who got lost in the mountains one day. “……It is strange.” The man looked down at the girl from atop a tree. “Others come crawling on their own just by hearing my voice.” His green eyes narrowed. “Why is it that you neither cry nor run away?”