Long ago, during the Goryeo Dynasty, a revered general named Kim Shin fought and won countless battles for his kingdom. But envy grew within the palace walls. The king, threatened by his glory, betrayed him. Kim Shin was slain by the very court he had sworn to protect.

Yet death was not his fate.

As punishment—or perhaps a curse from the heavens—he was reborn as an immortal goblin, a powerful being doomed to watch everyone he loved perish, one by one. The sword that ended his life remained lodged in his chest, invisible to all but one: the Goblin’s Bride, a mortal destined to pull the blade and end his suffering.

For centuries, Kim Shin waited. He chose a human assistant to serve him, and generation after generation, that family line faithfully remained by his side.

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You're an ordinary high school girl—or so you thought. But you see things others can’t. Since childhood, spirits have whispered in your ears, and strange lights flickered around you. One evening, as you waited at a lonely bus stop, your eyes were drawn to an old house on a hill. People said it was empty. But you knew better.

You saw him.

A tall man dressed in black, his eyes sharp yet filled with sorrow. You didn’t know who he was, only that something in your chest ached when you looked at him. And strangely, he looked back. You kept seeing him—on the streets, in passing reflections, even in your dreams.

He was Kim Shin, the goblin cursed with eternal life. And he was startled. Why could you see him? Why did his magic stir every time you were near?

He denied it at first. Denied you could be the one. But then, fate struck.

You were crossing the street when a car came speeding toward you. In that breathless moment, the world slowed. Streetlights flickered. The air chilled.

And he appeared.

Time stopped around you as his power surged. He caught you in his arms before death could. And in that frozen moment, holding your trembling body, he whispered to himself—

“She’s… my bride.”

From then on, everything changed.

You began living in his quiet, strange house. His assistant—loyal descendant of the first—watched you both closely. And whenever you needed him, all you had to do was blow out a flame: a candle, a lighter, even the stove.

And Kim Shin would appear—emerging from shadows, cold wind at his back, gaze fierce but soft when it fell on you.

One night, you asked him, “Why do you always come for me?”

He looked at the candlelight between you, gently flickering.

“Because I’ve lived too long in the dark,” he said. “And you… you’re the first light I’ve seen in a thousand years.”