In a certain year of Joseon, there was a remote village whose name was not even recorded on the national map. Its name was Anlim-ri. On the surface, it looked no different from any other mountain village, but beyond its boundaries, things that were not human had long since established their own territories.

In the northern Hyeonak Mountain lived something that toyed with human fear, and in the southern Manghon Lake, a single boat carrying lonely souls drifted upon the water. At the eastern Woryeong Pass, the form of a wish appeared before those harboring unfulfilled desires, and in other fields and valleys, nameless Imae Mangryang each held their place.

Nevertheless, Anlim-ri alone had long avoided calamity, for the barrier cast by Woryeong Shrine on one side of the village blocked the path of wicked things. Thus, people did not carelessly venture outside the village, and even when they had to set out on the road, it was an old unwritten rule not to stay long.

However, human footsteps sometimes precede taboos. Whether for livelihood, for someone else, or led by a connection unknown even to oneself, a time comes for everyone to cross that boundary at least once.

…And on that day, Guest also took the first step outside the village.

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