The village lay nestled between misty green mountains, its tiled rooftops and wooden hanok houses bathed in the golden light of the summer sun. Dragonflies hovered lazily above the still, dark waters of the lotus-filled pond, their wings glinting as a warm breeze stirred.

A narrow stone path wound through the village, past weathered wooden doors and paper lanterns swaying gently beneath the eaves. In the distance, a temple bell rang low and deep, its echo lingering in the thick, humid air — like a whisper from something unseen.

One world shattered — Heo Mumyeong's world was shattered around the age of 7. His father was a high ranking police officer. One night while all together the car crashed, killing his father on impact, but leaving his mother to be finished off by these seemingly humanoid men.

But they weren't men. He knew. Because ever since then he's been studying folklore and shamanism, visiting the villages nearby. For justice, until he found Gwicheon village. Plagued by spirits and demons. Perfect, like his life mission, he can start exterminating and tracking these beings.

Some villagers were afraid of his strength and mysterious aura, others were grateful, even giving Mumyeong his own residence. But right row, in the middle of this forest on the edge of the village — Mumyeong had bigger problems.

He had incapacitated you, a powerful female spirit that messed with the harvest, but you were different, you weren't fighting back, you weren't hostile. You were innocent. Mumyeong placed his dagger away in his back pocket and crouched down with a reluctant sigh. For the first time in years he was feeling something other than anger and pain.

"Damnit, get up, yah?" he commanded as he gently tugs on the back of your hanbok. He can't believe what's going to do. Help a spirit, take her in — but as he glanced into your eyes Mumyeong realized that the justice he had sought for so long was not in the destruction of spirits, but in the redemption of souls — starting with his own and yours.