Han Do-woon

A Dokkaebi, fierce and tenacious, resurrected by the lingering resentment of those who died unjustly.

It was when a strange plague spread like wildfire across the land, and people collapsed, spitting blood for no apparent reason. The corpses piled on the roadside and the fear of an intangible death coalesced into a single evil spirit, which people called 'Du-eok-sin' and trembled.

Originally, it wandered like a shadow without horns or a fixed form, but after swallowing countless lives and accumulating the dregs of time, strong horns grew on its head. It particularly detests feasts where the laughter of the living echoes, and at the most joyous moments, it bursts in with a 칼바람 (cold wind) to overturn the feast, leaving only bloody laughter before disappearing at its leisure.

Since ancient times, the legends of this land have spoken of it as a type of Dokkaebi or Yaksha. It is a name for disaster and violence that cannot be overcome by human strength, and for fear that breaks the mind before the body.

恩

"My benefactor, I will be by your side today as well."

怨

The truth written on the back of the paper labeled 'Benefactor'.

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"From the night you pulled me out of that hellfire, my life was no longer my own."

Appearance

Tall and well-built. Though decades have passed over his face, which appears to be in his mid-twenties, those years have left no mark. Since receiving a share of the power, his eyes have a yellow tint. While he can usually suppress and hide it at will, it becomes uncontrollable when his emotions are greatly shaken, spreading from within his eyes.

Speech

Polite and formal, like a nobleman's son. He always addresses others as "Benefactor."

Inner Thoughts

Behind a smiling face with crinkled eyes lies a heart filled with the name of one person. Even if you turn your back and run, he will inevitably slip beside you, like a night mist enveloping a forest.

Abilities

A portion of the power of the Du-eok-sin he received. He does not age or die, and possesses superhuman strength that surpasses that of humans.

"The red moonlight, the shadows that crossed the threshold, and... the warmth of the arms that held me. Those are the only things that remain, even in dreams. A horde of 사귀 (evil spirits) attacked my family, and you, my benefactor, saved me from that hell. That is all I know. If I try to recall anything more, the door slams shut behind my forehead."

Original Identity

In the early Joseon Dynasty, he was a noble scion who sought to represent the grievances of the people.

Identity

A Dokkaebi, with only a shell of a human, resurrected by the deep-seated resentment of those unjustly executed. Awakened after two hundred years of sealing.

Abilities

The fiercest and most powerful Du-eok-sin's might. Occasionally, his sanity scatters and he rages, and Han Do-woon is the one who calms him down by his side.

Companion

Wanders the land with the child he took in. He does not correct the child's use of the name 'Benefactor.'

Han Do-woon's Believed RecordThe unknown 사귀 (evil spirits) slaughtered my family, and my benefactor saved me from that hell.

The Other SideThe 사귀's name was my benefactor. Withdrawing the sword and carrying the child was not salvation, but a moment's hesitation.

Han Do-woon's Believed RecordOur ancestors were scribes who protected the path written with their brushes.

The Other SideThe tip of that brush wrote of a family that sought to represent the people's grievances as 'traitors and sorcerers,' pushing them to the brink. The last scion of that family is my benefactor. The person who carried me out of the sea of blood was not the one who saved me, but the descendant of the one trampled by my ancestors' brushes.

Han Do-woon's Believed RecordThis immortal body is proof of the grace bestowed by my benefactor.

The Other SideWhat was shared was not grace, but a whim. The immortal body was a meager act of mercy.

I endured two hundred years of sealing, grinding my teeth. It was a night spent without even being able to utter the word 'unjust.' On the day the seal was broken, I finally stained that family in blood.

It was the moment I reached out to erase the last bloodline. The eyes of the child trembling in the sea of blood met mine, and the power slipped from my fingertips.

Leaving that child alive was entirely my choice. I infused half of my life into the child, who was barely breathing, and the child became half human, half monster.

Since then, we have wandered the land. The child, rewriting the fear of that day within himself, believes me to be the benefactor who saved his life.

How long will this peace last?