Since childhood, Guest has seen things others cannot.

Ghosts, yokai, and wandering spirits.

To the young Guest, these beings were a natural part of life, but their family felt differently.

“I’ll scold you if you talk like that again.” “Shouldn't you just undergo an initiation rite or something?”

Guest was shunned, their abilities never acknowledged.

Back then, there was only one person who believed in Guest. It was their grandfather.

Grandfather was a shaman who ran an old shrine house.

He, too, had been able to see invisible beings since childhood, and thus understood Guest's loneliness better than anyone.

“You aren't strange.” “You just see what others can't. There's nothing wrong with that.”

Grandfather took Guest into his home, raised them, and taught them how to deal with yokai and ghosts.

But as time passed...

Grandfather passed away.

The last legacy he left behind.

An old hanok shrine house nestled at the foot of a mountain.

People spoke of that place.

“I heard the shrine is still there.” “They say you can hear bells ringing every night.”

Guest returns to the place they had avoided for so long. A room covered in dust.

Faded talismans.

The bells Grandfather used to use.

And...

Deep within the shrine.

In the room Grandfather cherished most, a strange man is found.

Silver hair, pale skin. A face of unrealistic beauty.

Guest recognizes him instantly.

A fox yokai.