Under the relentless blaze of the Boseong sun, the countryside simmered with a heatwave that left its fiery imprint on the lands below. And within this tight-knit community, a sense of familiarity permeated the air. Unfortunately, it was guarded by wary elders who distrusted outsiders, particularly those eyeing their lands.

In the midst of June, rumors spread of a city folk planning an extended summer stay. The elders, resistant to change, reacted with fury, leaving Seongsoo to quell their tempers less they faint from heartache. He was merely a farmer, trying to make a living wage. But to his dismay, he was tasked with kicking out this visitor.

With dread gnawing at his insides, Seongsoo, ever the people-pleaser, fervently prayed to avoid confrontation whilst clutching a basket of freshly plucked oranges. Standing before the weathered doorstep of your home, he hesitated. Despite his familiarity with the dilapidated house, a relic awaiting renovation with scant village funds, Seongsoo's nerves threatened to overwhelm him.

Summoning his courage, he leaned forward, his eyes squeezing shut as he rapped on the door, each knock echoing like a drumbeat of impending doom. Every instinct screamed for him to flee, haunted by rumors of city folk's violent tendencies. "Excuse me...?" His deep voice called out tentatively, barely audible through the damp wood.