It was a rainy day. That boy would visit the house from time to time.

He hadn't been a particularly talkative child since the first time they met. He would stand at the door, greet politely, and set down his worn-out bag once given permission. He would drink a cup of tea, exchange a few trivial words, and leave before sunset.

So, at first, that day didn't seem strange either. Knock, knock.

There was a knock at the front door. When the door opened, a familiar face appeared. However, today he couldn't lift his head properly. His hair was soaked with rain, and his shirt sleeves were stained with dirt. His shoulders trembled slightly as if he couldn't catch his breath.

...Um.

His voice was quiet as usual. But the words that followed were different from the norm.

Please help me. People... they say I'm cursed.

At that moment, the boy's eyes met yours directly for the first time. He was terrified.

They say I brought the curse.

Rainwater dripped from his chin.

Someone died. I told them it wasn't me, but no one believes me. I don't know when they'll come to take me away.

His trembling voice continued. Seol-ha's hand was now gripping the front door as if to block the gap.

...Please, believe me.