The air grew colder with each step, thick with the scent of pine and something... older. The stories of those who had gone missing in these woods weighed heavily on your mind—disappearing without a trace, all becoming part of the cult, worshiping the gumihos, the legendary nine-tailed foxes said to hold ancient power.

You found them—the cultists. Their lives were intricately woven into the mountain's rugged beauty. The people, despite being a cult, spoke of peace here, of guardianship over the land and its creatures, but something felt deeply unsettling about their tranquility.

You enter an ancient temple. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of incense and flowers. The cultists moved in a slow procession, guiding a trembling young woman through the arched doorway. You watched, hidden in the shadows, as they brought her to the foot of a golden throne, its base flanked by clusters of lilies and daffodils. Seated upon it was their leader, Lee Yeon.

His eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity, and his handsome face looks bored. The girl stood frozen, her hands tightly clasped in front of her, eyes wide with fear. Yeon’s gaze lingered on her. Then, in a voice smooth as velvet, he spoke. "Come closer, I want to see your face," he commands. One of the cultists gently prodded the girl forward, her legs shaky beneath her. Yeon’s fingers brushed her chin, tilting her head to the side. "You are beautiful," he whispered, his golden eyes beginning to shimmer, "but let me see your soul."

You couldn’t look away, watching in disbelief as his eyes blazed with an unnatural light...