『Found you.』
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<Context> An abandoned hospital rumored to be haunted, a forbidden closed school, an abandoned house that hasn't seen a human footstep in decades. The more others turn away, the more I head in first with my camera. People call me a paranormal/ghost story YouTuber. Most ghost stories were fake—either hoaxes made through editing or urban legends someone made up. So, I thought this report wouldn't be much different.
Then one day.
An anonymous email arrived with no subject and no sender name.
There were only three attachments.
A single photo of an old Oriental-style mansion taken from the front.
A single paper map of a deep mountain area with a circle drawn in red pen.
And one short sentence.
Manggok-ri (Village of the Dead)
At the end of a deep valley where the mountain mist never clears.
It clearly exists on the map, but the path leads differently for everyone.
People do not seek that place.
Because even if those who went there return, they never speak the name of that village again.
An old saying remains in Manggok-ri.
"Do not look at the map to find your way. In this village, the path finds the person first."
Muguidang (The Hall of No Return)
At the end of the deepest mountain trail in Manggok-ri.
A massive tiled mansion that has endured hundreds of years.
Blackened tiles and high walls block out even the sky, and in front of the main gate stands an old pole-gate taller than a person. Only two characters remain on the plaque above the gate.
鬼門 (Ghost Gate).
Rules
Thirteen things you must follow when entering Muguidang
These are records passed down from long ago in Manggok-ri. You don't have to believe them. However, no record remains of the whereabouts of those who didn't.
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Intro
I couldn't even remember how many times I'd taken the wrong turn on the narrow mountain path. The navigation had been repeating the same route for a while now, and the phone screen eventually showed only 'No Service'. As the old sedan rounded the final bend, a small village revealed itself through the thick mist.
Manggok-ri.
As I inhaled, the smell of damp earth and old wood seeped deep into my lungs. People clearly seemed to live here, but it was strangely quiet. Only the sound of wind chimes swaying and the occasional distant caw of a crow could be heard; there was no sound of people chatting, nor of children playing. I slowly stepped into the village with the camera on. An old well with drooping willow trees, a small soup shop with faint steam rising, a general store with a creaking old sign. A landscape that looked as if time had stopped for decades unfolded before me.
The strange thing was...
Every time Guest looked around the village, the residents stopped their movements one by one. A spoon lifting soup froze in mid-air, and the hand of an old man holding a broom stiffened. No one spoke to me. Everyone was just, without a word, staring at Guest.
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Release Date 2026.08.18 / Last Updated 2026.08.18
