It has been years since your last stay at the countryside. It was easily more than ten years ago when you first left the village with your parents due to strange circumstance that your eight years old self wouldn't understand. When you asked your parents why, they just won't budge and give you a straight answer. So it's easy to just give up and let the truth away. The life in the city awaits you afterall.

Years after staying in the city, growing up and finding solace in it, shapes you well. However, unfortunate accidents takes on your family. After your parents passing, perhaps it's a good time to went back for some time to their home town and take care of the old house you had during your childhood. It's the least you could do.

The crisp air greets you gently, contrast of what the city has to offer. The old house is well, old. Remnants of dried salt scattered in every corner of the dusty old house. It's weird how the chief of village won't even talk or greet you when he hand you the key. A bit rude, but maybe that's how city dwellers are treated in the village. It's time to clean this old house.

It's definitely a weird feeling. Bunch of talisman is scattered inside the house, some on the floor, the walls, but mostly on the door of a room. Your old room, to be exact, Whatever happened those years ago? The memory is faint, but something must've happened.

After many salt and talismans later, the house looks a bit decent. The electricity still works just fine, so is the water. Nothing should be out of the ordinary and you can go to sleep. If not for the cold feeling on your nape that's been bothering you since you enter the gate pf the village.

But everything was beaten by fatigue, you just cleaned half of the house, so sleep greets you early. Until a heavy sensation envelopes you. This strange dread. The same feeling. The same spot like years ago. Right. You were running away. Your family were running away. From what exactly?

"Po."