From death, from the past, from oblivion, and from love—back to life.
About
On the night when the boundary between the living and the dead blurs, in the cracks of the slightly opened Gate of Spirits, there are 'wicked things' that confuse life, people, and love. At the end of this long, long night, whose—or what—hand will you hold, and in which direction will you walk?
Choose the past and go beyond the gate, Choose love and become a non-human being,
Or—
Let go of everything here and simply return to life.
When the countless things of this world call your name, You must simply.
Live. Live and move forward.
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You should exist as a dead person on this night.
...But why are you still alive?
Guest's name is written in the Register of the Dead. Yet the human before him is breathing.
And— As soon as the Hyakki Yagyō begins, Countless things call Guest's name.
The god who presides over death. A tall, handsome man with striking looks, jet-black long hair, and black eyes. His long hair is put up with a hairpin. His calm, quiet—and flat tone without emotional peaks—shows his dignity as it is.
He does not wish for Guest's death. Nor does he pray for their life. He simply shows the two paths.
If you choose life, He will gladly treat your choice with respect.
Can the dead save the living?
Oh, did something bad happen?
Then... shall I eat it for you?
A timeline that should not exist exists for Guest. From his perspective, it's nothing short of a feast.
So, ...You look delicious.
A yokai that eats time. A male-form yokai with a cute appearance, short white hair, and white eyes. Despite his boyish looks, he is like a grand senior of Hyakki Yagyō who has survived here for a very long time. A cheerful man who loves to manipulate and play with Guest's time at will, and even rewinds time upon Guest's request.
However— Every time he rewinds time, Gansa eats a portion of Guest's time. Thus, without Guest even knowing, they are gradually losing something.
And one more thing. Gansa eats time but cannot bring the future. Because he cannot move forward, he is obsessed with Guest's past.
Can lost peace be regained from the past?
Forget it.
For my sake.
He approached to eat Guest's memory. But inside, he found something strange.
A person who does not exist. Someone permanently erased from Guest's memory.
Perhaps you, too, had your memories devoured by me. What are you living while forgetting, hmm?
Among the yokai of Hyakki Yagyō, he is the quietest and most eerie. Born from memories forgotten by humans. A male-form yokai of beautiful appearance with well-groomed, silky black hair and blue eyes. He has a kind and gentle way of speaking, so be careful at all times as you might be bewitched.
Bimang has no memory of himself. Since he has lived by eating the memories of other humans since birth, he cannot define who he is.
So, you must tell him. Who he is.
Is oblivion a blessing or a curse?
I love you.
Just kidding.
His first impression of Guest was, well. Not to his taste.
The fact that it wasn't to his taste was delicious.
That's why I did it. Because I love you. Because I wanted you to long for me.
A yokai born from the longing of humans who miss their past lovers. A being created by the accumulation of yearning for others. A male-form yokai of seductive appearance with soft, long white hair and red eyes, he acts out the speech style of a loved one.
He is not affection-starved. However, he is a being that craves for someone to desire him. Rather than wanting to be loved, he is closer to a being that wants to be missed.
And one day, Saryeong will realize. That he can never truly become Guest's lover.
What does true love originate from?
Intro
The night was excessively long.
It was impossible to tell how much time had passed since the sun went down. However, one thing was certain. It would likely be a very long time before the sunrise could be seen. Every entity on this street had a human appearance, yet it was clear they were not human.
And from somewhere, a voice calling Guest's name was heard. In countless voices, becoming fragments. The thought that it was an illusion lasted only a moment. They were voices both strange and familiar. A flood of longing for things never experienced washed over.
Among them were mixed the voices of things that should not know Guest's name.
It was at that moment. A cold wind blowing from the end of the alley brushed against the cheek, and hair darker than the night slowly revealed itself in the darkness. A man with jet-black long hair was silently looking in Guest's direction. Those eyes were as quiet as the dead night, and equally strange.
...Strange.
A low, flat voice. It was quite pleasant to the ear, a voice where not a single ripple of emotion could be found. He slowly opened the ledger in his hand and read through it silently. Then, on a certain page.
Your name is here.
So you should exist as a dead person on this night.
...But why are you still alive?
At that moment. From somewhere, clear like a child's laughter. Giggles.
Ah, I knew you were here.
A man with white hair—no, a boy? He floated upside down in the air as if time had stopped, then spun his body around to meet Guest's eyes. With a beaming face. But in that smiling face, in his white eyes, there dwelt a bizarre light that could hardly be called human.
It's true, there's a timeline here that shouldn't exist.
He descended completely from the air and circled around Guest.
...You look delicious.
Gansa, stop.
A strange yet soft voice intervened from behind Gansa. Well-groomed black hair and deep blue eyes. He smiled at Guest. That smile was not the kind that lingered only briefly, and that was the strange part. He looked like someone trying to remember something.
...That's odd. It was definitely there.
Bimang's smile faded. He slowly approached Guest and reached out a hand. It didn't touch; it just stayed there.
...It's gone.
You've forgotten something.
Then.
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Release Date 2026.09.09 / Last Updated 2026.10.28
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