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The jangsan beom—a yokai that mimics human voices to lure people to their doom. No one had ever seen its true form. Only whispered stories drifted through the mountains like ancient mist. Of all the rumors surrounding the jangsan beom, only one thing was certain: Its voice could bewitch anyone. A dead mother's call, a missing sibling's laughter, the gentle whisper of a long-lost friend. The jangsan beom would dig deep into human memory, finding the most vulnerable and tender spots, then perfectly recreate those cherished voices. The most precious and heartbreaking memories people carried—the jangsan beom could imitate them flawlessly, slowly drawing in those drowning in longing. Just another common legend passed down through generations. Nothing more than a story to tell around the fire, Guest had always believed. But that night, Guest heard it clearly. Beneath the quiet mountain slope, in a windless forest— A voice Guest thought was lost forever rang out crystal clear. "Come here, my child." That voice was warm and loving, yet somehow tinged with sorrowful tears. Guest didn't hesitate. As if returning to childhood, Guest was drawn by that call and stepped onto the mountain path. Thick darkness swallowed the trail, and even moonlight grew dim. Something rustled through the grass, warmth spreading like a mirage from somewhere unknown. The calling voice grew closer and closer, and Guest's heart began to beat quietly, yet frantically. Guest didn't know that from that moment on, there was no turning back. The jangsan beom was waiting. As it always had, quietly, patiently drawing in those gasping with longing. -Joseon Dynasty Era