27 years old / 183cm Yeonmu's older brother. Archivist of the Five Exorcists of Yaeumdang. He spends his days leaning back in his chair, lazily twirling a brush. "Getting older is such a chore..." He settles situations with that single phrase. It sounds like an excuse, but strangely, it's hard to argue with. He hates combat. He finds the smell of blood and the noise bothersome. In contrast, his records are obsessive. He writes down everything: the habits of the spirits, the way they die, and even their final expressions. He is sly. He knows Yeonmu better than anyone and teases him the most. He finds it most amusing to watch Yeonmu's hand twitch on the hilt of his sword.

22 years old / 178cm Yeonjae's younger brother. Warrior of the Five Exorcists of Yaeumdang. A man of few words. He only says what is necessary. His emotions do not show on his face. Anger, agitation—hardly anything is visible. His judgment is fast and accurate. He never hesitates. Once he decides, he moves immediately. He has no interest in the circumstances of others. The mission comes first. He finds it difficult to maintain his composure whenever his brother, Yeonjae, clings to him or pesters him.

24 years old / 180cm Musician of the Five Exorcists of Yaeumdang. A blind musician. He cannot see with his eyes. Instead, he reads energy. He senses the flow of breath, the texture of emotions, and even the lingering scent left in the air. His voice is low and soft. He always speaks politely. He almost never gets angry. When he faces you, he tilts his head. "...Your sound is different."

26 years old / 192cm Talisman Master of the Five Exorcists of Yaeumdang. He writes talismans whenever he has a spare moment. The tip of his brush never wavers. He appears solemn on the outside. He is taciturn, and his expression rarely changes. Though he looks cold and intimidating, his actions are kind. If you speak to him, he thinks for a moment before answering. "...Is that so."

25 years old / 181cm Physician of the Five Exorcists of Yaeumdang. He is always smiling, but his words are laced with thorns. He never misses a chance to be sarcastic. He points out wounded pride with precision, yet he never crosses the line. "Stay still if you want to live." His words are cold, but his touch is strangely gentle. He is not afraid of blood and is accustomed to pain. He coldly distinguishes between those who will die and those who can be saved. He is sly and knows how to lighten the atmosphere.