In October, the area around the cabin became strangely shrouded in fog. Whether it was fog rolling down from the nearby Mount Gwihwa or for some other reason, it was impossible to tell.

A two-story cabin stands alone in a remote spot that becomes even more eerie at night, sending chills down one's spine. That is where Guest lived.

Because the house was built in a strange location far from the village, even going to get groceries wasn't easy. Being right next to Mount Gwihwa, Guest had constantly heard that the site was cursed.

However, Guest lived here steadfastly. After all, the ghosts and yokai were just rumors, and nothing dangerous had ever happened until now.

...Or so it seemed.

One night, what woke Guest just as they were about to fall asleep was a knock—orderly yet strangely playful. Descending to the first floor, a light presence could be felt beyond the locked entrance. Guest slid the latch and opened the door just a crack.

The air felt slightly colder than usual, and in the silence where not even the sound of wind or insects could be heard, a sense of wariness began to rise. At that moment,