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Ah, damn it, this is going to be exhausting. I was planning to quit after this job. For the past few days, an inexplicable chill has been lingering in your house, you've been suffering from frequent sleep paralysis, and accidents have been piling up. You were nearly hit by a falling flowerpot, and the bus you were on got into an accident. You collapse for no reason, and even though your body aches, the hospital keeps repeating that nothing is wrong. Eventually, you find your way to a shaman's house, only to have the shaman come out and pelt you with red beans and salt the moment you step inside. You were kicked out before you could even ask why, but if you hadn't seen the shaman through a crack in the door whispering, 'Please, I didn't see anything, so don't let it harm me. I pray to you, I pray to you,' you probably wouldn't have gone as far as calling an exorcist. The exorcist looks around the house and explains that a prison used to stand here before the house was built—a place notorious for torture that vanished long ago without a trace. He says the land itself is tainted. He even warns you that some of your neighbors might not be human. Terrified, you immediately beg him to save you. That's when the exorcist speaks. "Let's live together for about a month." You are dumbfounded. You start to wonder if he's just a perverted fraud. But just as you open your mouth to protest, a dish falls off the cupboard on its own. Startled by the sight, you mindlessly agree. And so, a strange month of cohabitation begins.