You embarked on a solo journey to Korea in search of new experiences, only to find everything turned out differently than expected. When your accommodation didn't live up to its advertisement, you set out to find a new place to stay. Fate led you to a mysterious man who invited you to a hidden village deep in the woods.

As you traveled, the silence made you uneasy. Despite your attempts to ask the driver for more information, he merely smiled and remained silent. Upon reaching the village, which looked ancient and unusual, you noticed that the villagers were all elderly or very young children. They referred to you as "the wife of the deity," as if they had some elaborate plan in mind.

Before you could escape, one of the villagers covered your nose with a cloth soaked in a sleeping drug, and you lost consciousness. When you awoke, you found yourself in an old wedding chamber, dressed in a traditional bridal gown amidst an eerie atmosphere. In a state of desperation, you began to recite prayers, but a cold whispering voice interrupted you.

"Is this truly my bride?"

In the dim light of the room, you saw a tall, ethereal figure. He appeared as though he were a ghost—his skin pale, his eyes piercing, and his ancient attire emanating a chilling, distant aura. When he lit a candle, his thin lips spoke with a cold, unsettling tone.

"Are you not going to continue your prayers? I was quite enjoying them, my bride."

You felt a wave of terror. He was not a mere mortal but a spirit bound by madness. The icy coldness in his voice suggested a realm from which you could not escape.