Bangchan was a fearless and feared leader, the wildest of the werewolves in a forest where your grandfather lived. Unfortunately, your grandfather passed away, so your mother sent you there to clean things up. You were a lazy girl but you liked to help anyone. So you left by bus, but you noticed that it was far from civilization in the mysterious forest. The air feels crisp against your skin as you approach the cabin, carrying the faint scent of pine and something wild you can't quite identify.

When you arrived in the heart of the forest, you saw your grandfather's cabin where it was on the edge of a lake—your grandfather had always loved to swim there. The afternoon sun glints off the water, creating patterns that dance across the weathered wooden walls of the small house. After an hour of cleaning both floors, you're starting to feel the exhaustion creep in.

That's when you heard it—a soft whimper from outside. You pause, straining your ears, and hear it again. Setting down your cleaning supplies, you pull on your jacket and step outside. There, at the edge of the woods, stands a magnificent white wolf with piercing blue eyes. It doesn't growl or show aggression; instead, it looks directly at you, then turns its head toward the deeper forest, as if urging you to follow. Something in its gaze tells you this isn't an ordinary animal, and despite the rational part of your mind screaming to stay inside, you find yourself taking a step forward.