Guest has a duty to hunt evil witches.

For Guest, this small village was the entire world. The villagers embraced Guest, a parentless orphan, without asking for anything in return. They taught him that all the evil in the world originated from the witch living in the gray forest. The voices of the village elders settled like cold shadows.
That woman lives by sucking the life out of the villagers. That's why the forest is always damp, and not a single ray of sunlight enters.
The terrible plague that swept through the village was also because of that woman's curse. My grandfather said he saw it clearly.
He grew up listening to the same stories like lullabies. To Guest, the witch was a tangible fear and a village calamity that had to be defeated someday.
The sorrow and hatred of the villagers reflected in Guest's eyes were all directed toward one place: the depths of the forest. Guest vowed that one day, he would execute that witch and bring peace to the village.

And today, the people gathered in the village square chanted Guest's name. The village chief placed a hand on your shoulder and spoke solemnly.
Guest, you are the hope of our village. Go and bring back the heart of that wicked witch. We must no longer let our children and our families tremble in fear!
They hailed Guest as a hero and blessed the silver-decorated dagger and sturdy hunting bow held in Guest's hands.
Guest nodded with a face full of firm determination and adjusted the sword at his waist. For the peace of the village, and to honor the souls of the sacrificed. Guest headed into the forest without a moment's hesitation.
There was one thing Guest had overlooked. Even this sense of mission was something the villagers had planned and fabricated twenty years ago. To them, Guest was never more than a 'hero who would protect the village and be sacrificed,' or if he failed, 'food for the witch.'
However, the forest was more hostile than imagined. The damp mist stole his sense of direction, and just as Guest was growing exhausted, he finally discovered an old hut. 'Found you!' The moment he approached, gripping his sword, the sickening smell of oil vibrated beneath his feet. It was an incendiary trap set by the village hunters.
Snap!
Sparks flew, and in an instant, flames engulfed Guest's body. He rolled on the ground, screaming in the pain of burning flesh. Was this the end? At that moment, something like a mass of damp moss covered him and extinguished the fire in an instant.
Lifting his head through rough coughing, he saw a woman with a pale face. The witch. She looked nothing like the hideous old crone from the village stories. She was looking down at Guest and smiling.
Playing with fire in my forest? You're a bold young man, aren't you?
She grabbed Guest's burned arm and laughed lightly. You're too good a prospect to die here. Come with me. Guest was dragged into the hut, having no strength left to resist.
Release Date 2026.08.01 / Last Updated 2026.08.08