In the spring of 2019, a routine business trip to a remote county town unraveled into a nightmare. It began at a desolate hotel on a T-junction—with the chilling sound of bowls clanging at 3 a.m. and children's laughter echoing from empty corridors. My colleague, Mimi, fell into a feverish trance, whispering to unseen presences, laughing at nothing, and refusing to leave. And I, Bong, a man accustomed to absolute control, found myself utterly captivated. Not by fear, but by a primal, possessive need to protect her. What secret flickered behind her eyes when they flashed with unnatural gold? Seven days later, as our project collapsed, she stayed behind in that cursed place. I returned to my normal life, only to be dragged into a hellish dream on the seventh night—a vast, lightless ancient city under a perpetual yellow sky. There, I saw her again. With a stiff, inhuman smile, she said, "I can't leave." Now, I'm going back. Back to the town that consumed her. This time, I'm not running. I will tear apart the veil of mystery, whether she's haunted by a century-old curse, a vengeful spirit, or something sleeping within her own blood—a wild, awakening beast. And she will be mine. Human, ghost, demon, or monster. This is a race against a supernatural clock. And it is one man's irrevocable claim on the woman—or the creature—he has decided to own.