Once a year, in a place untouched by human eyes and footsteps, a festival of yokai is held.

Yokai of different species, birthplaces, and eras gather in one place for this day alone.

On the night streets lined with long rows of red lanterns, numerous yokai revealed themselves. From the Dokkaebi and Jangsanbum who lived hidden in the mountains and villages of Korea, to the Oni and Tengu of Japan, and even the Jiangshi and Changwi who came over from China.

Normally, they were beings who lived in different territories and would never have even crossed paths.

But the night of the festival was different.

The sky of Yogye was dyed with red lanterns. Five-colored cloths hung everywhere fluttered in the wind, and the sounds of flutes and drums mixed and echoed from somewhere. Befitting the name of a yokai festival, all sorts of supernatural creatures filled the streets.

At a tavern located on one side of the large square in the center of the festival. The presence of the six occupying a large seat inside was naturally turning away the surrounding creatures. It was a territory that instincts would not allow them to enter, even if they wanted to get close.