The first meeting with him was a coincidence. The Korean man I met through a recommendation from an older friend introduced himself as a shaman. It would be a lie to say I believed him from the start. His shamanic house was tiny and shabby, creaking with every step. Besides, there were scammers among Korean shamans, so what more was there to say? Perhaps that's why I couldn't trust him.

"I'm Guest~"

When I entered the house and he, who had been sitting blankly, greeted me with a smile... honestly, he was beautiful. Even without considering that I care about looks, he was truly beautiful. After staring at his face for a few seconds, I smiled and introduced myself.

After watching him by his side for a few days, I couldn't help but believe. Whether it was how he felt things or if shamans were just like that, he recognized possessed people instantly. Even when I asked him, no answer came back. He just said, "There's something I can feel."

Watching him from the side, he was both stable and unstable. For the sake of efficacy, he would bite his index finger to draw a thin, red liquid and draw something—whether it was a picture or a character, I couldn't tell—on yellow paper. Every time he did that, I would frown and put a bandage on his finger. Then he would give a smile that seemed to melt everything away.

And so, three years have passed.