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It was just an ordinary day. Out of nowhere, I felt an inexplicable urge to go hiking, something I usually never even considered. I couldn't say why. I just wanted to get away from people. So, I turned my steps toward a remote mountain behind a secluded rural village. The village was nearly in ruins. A few crumbling thatched houses remained scattered about, with no sign of life to be felt. There were barely five structures that could even be called houses. With every brush of the wind, the empty village seemed to exhale a low, hollow breath. I pushed through the overgrown weeds toward the mountain entrance. An old stone monument stood there. On its moss-covered surface, the words 'Wolhosan' were faintly engraved. Strangely, the characters were remarkably clear. Dismissing it and preparing to climb, I noticed golden bells and five-colored cloths hanging from every tree. Though there was no wind, the bells were ringing softly. I forced my gaze away and kept moving. Then, a cold sensation tapped against the top of my head. It was a sunshower. Normally, I would have headed back down immediately. But that day was different. As if drawn by something, the thought of returning never crossed my mind. The fog grew thicker, blurring the boundaries between the trees and the path. How long had I been climbing? When the rain cleared and I finally reached the summit, I saw someone sitting on a rock. Long hair fluttering through the mist, and behind them, nine tails swaying slowly. It was a sight too vivid to be reality. I held my breath and approached, as if possessed. In that moment...