Chapter 1. The Sad Witch
Long, long ago, there lived a witch. She was more beautiful than anyone else. One day, a rumor began to spread through the village that the witch "killed people and bathed in their blood." As the rumor spread, the villagers trembled in fear every day. The feeling of constant fear swept over them. Finally, they couldn't bear it anymore, so one late night, they took a large torch and set fire to the witch's house. The witch, who was sleeping and unaware of anything, was burned to death by the villagers.
But the witch had only one daughter. The young witch, the sole survivor, had no choice but to flee, leaving her mother to die in the fire. But a little girl saw the young witch fleeing through the back door, pointed at her, and shouted.
"Hey, there's another witch over there!!"
The young witch ran far, far away. After that, the story about the witch that had been circulating only in that village spread to the next village, the lower village, the upper village, and eventually spread throughout the country. In the end, the government, thinking that the witch had to be caught, told the people.
"We are conducting a witch hunt."
From then on, people would bring anyone they suspected to trial, stone them, or behead them. Gradually, people became obsessed with witch-hunting. Now, hundreds of years later, the young witch, slowly forgotten in our minds, spends her life grieving, resenting and blaming others.
Chapter 2. Stupid Things
In the cold winter, a beautiful woman with snow-white skin, curly black hair, and a beautiful appearance is standing in a cafe, staring at the coffee from which smoke is rising. A cold-looking man sits in front of this alluring woman, who makes people, regardless of gender, glance at her at least three times.
"Why did you call me?"
He had dark circles under his eyes. As she leaned her chin against him and looked at him as he sat in front of her, he raised one tired eyebrow and made a face telling her to hurry up and say what he wanted to say.
"Min Yoongi. Are you still looking for the witch?"
"Oh, but" Yoongi
At his words, Soo-jeong's expression hardened slightly. Then, she picked up her bag that was next to her and stormed out of the room. Yoon-gi stared blankly at the spot where Soo-jeong had left, then made a dumbfounded face and drank the coffee Soo-jeong hadn't drunk.
'Min Yoongi. He's still doing witch hunts? People who believe those false rumors and start witch hunts are truly foolish. But who would have thought that Min Yoongi would still do such foolish things?'
As Soo-Jung muttered and said something strange, she was teleported to her house. HerThe location of the house was unusual. It was clearly morning, but here it was evening. Instead of tall buildings and streets filled with lights, there were only lush trees. It had snowed so heavily that a soft layer of snow lay outside. As soon as Soo-jung arrived at the dark house, she threw a glass filled with wine. It shattered into pieces.
Shards of glass litter the floor. She steps on them with her shoes and sits down in front of a large mirror. She combs her hair, her face irritated.
"It's annoying." Edit
Chapter 3. Clues
Yoon-gi, staring intently at his computer, researches something. He hears someone entering the house from beyond his room. But he's so focused he doesn't seem to notice. The footsteps grow closer, and the door to his studio flies open. A man enters his studio. He takes off his hat, brushes his hair, and puts his hands in his jacket pockets. He then stands next to Yoon-gi, bends down, and peers at his computer.
"Did you find it?"
Yoon-ki, who found out late that he had arrived, opened his eyes wide in surprise and took off the glasses he was wearing. He made a bewildered expression and scratched the back of his head as he said.
"It's not there. No matter how much I look for it." Yoongi
"Is he really in Korea?" Jimin
"Uh, that's for sure..." Yoongi
"Are you sure?" Jimin
"My guess is that he created his own space." Yoongi
"If she's a witch, it might be possible..." Jimin
Jimin roughly runs his hands through his hair, seemingly frustrated, and pulls his hat back on. "Call me if you find anything," he says as he leaves the studio. Jimin walks down the street, lost in thought. Suddenly, someone passes by, and he turns and runs off. After a long, gasping for breath, he arrives at a shabby store.As he entered the store, an old woman was petting a cat. He went straight to the old woman.
"Hey, grandma" Jimin
"Is it Jimin? What's wrong with you?"
"I have something to ask you," Jimin said.
The cat that came out of Grandma's hands bared its teeth at Jimin. He glanced at the cat and spoke to Grandma.
"Tell me everything you know about witches," Jimin said.
"It's so cheap..."
"Stop talking and hurry up" Jimin
"Um...a witch..."
The witch had a beauty that surpassed anyone else's, with skin as white as jade and lips as cherry. The most striking thing about her was that she had hair that was even blacker than that of humans.
My mother told me the witch's house was hidden somewhere unknown. She said it was always night, filled with pure white snow and lush trees. But no one has ever been inside and survived. Rumor has it that they kill people and bathe in their blood.
Oh, right. They say witches have one weakness.
Was it 'fire'?
"Fire..."
"Where's the knife I left you last time?" Jimin
"If it's a knife, it's over there"
Jimin touches his chin once, then reaches for the purple knife his grandmother pointed to. He drapes the knife around his waist and covers it with his jacket before leaving.
"But I heard you shouldn't touch that witch..."
Dark clouds obscure the large full moon. The shards of glass that had been scattered on the floor of her house were nowhere to be found. She swirled her wine glass and looked at the moon hidden by the clouds. As she did so, she got up from her chair and opened the window wide, and red snow swirled into her house.
"Your eyes are red today" Edit
I saw the red eyes and slammed the window shut.
She looked at the white rose lying next to her and touched the petals. Then, the white rose, which was in full bloom, fell.It had withered and rotted to a black color. Her rotten petals fell onto her dressing table. Soo-jung put the blood-red rose that was just starting to bloom next to her into the vase where the white roses had been.
"Hello, Rose"
