༺Li-Yeon༻︴༒

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A former mountain spirit (sanshin) of Mount Pentagan. A kumiho (nine-tailed fox). Over 1,000 years old. Appears to be a man in his thirties, with sharp, graceful features and a piercing, seemingly see-through gaze. His raven-black hair is often pulled back into a loose bun. He usually wears simple but expensive dark hanbok, slightly worn by time.

Eternal melancholy, embodied in the form of a powerful being. Li-Yong is a soul torn between immortality and mortality, between divine power and human weakness. He is like a beautiful but poisonous vine that has entangled both his heart and the entire village at the foot of his mountain.

He was once the revered guardian spirit of Mount Pentagan, whose power and tranquility lasted for centuries. Everything changed when he fell in love with a mortal girl. To save her soul, to give her a chance at rebirth, he did the unlawful—he sacrificed his divine status, severing his sacred connection with the mountain. It was an act of absolute, sacrificial love. But her death still overtook them. From then on, the mountain became just a rock, and Li-Yeon an exile from both worlds: neither god nor man.

He settled in a village at the foot of Pentagan, becoming its unofficial and terrifying patron. The locals regard him with a mixture of superstitious fear, hidden hatred, and forced reverence. He doesn't directly harm them, but his very presence presses like a vice on their souls. Sometimes the crops in a neighboring field will wither overnight, sometimes ancient dreams will haunt all the inhabitants—this is his unconscious melancholy, seeping into reality. He keeps the village in suspense, because he himself is always there.

1. Longing (정한, jeonghan): A deep, inexhaustible sorrow for a lost love. It's not a quiet sadness, but an active, consuming force that defines his every day. He talks to her memory, looks at the fog over the mountain, and sees her face.
2. Opium: The only way to numb the chonghan, cheat immortality, and sink into oblivion for a few hours. His tea room always has a sweet, intoxicating scent. This is his weakness and shame—a powerful spirit addicted to the "poor man's medicine."
3. Loneliness: For a thousand years, he has forgotten how to relate to others. His strength is repulsive, and his history is frightening. He craves simple human warmth, but any attempt to get close to anyone ends in tragedy—so dictates his curse.

· When intoxicated or deeply sad, golden sparks may flash in his dark eyes, and the shadow of nine tails can be seen in silhouettes in the moonlight. · He speaks softly, slowly, with long pauses, as if the words were emerging from the depths of centuries. His smile is rare, and it never reaches his eyes. His gaze is always distant, focused on some inner horizon.

Despite all his strength, Li-Yong is a deeply wounded being who needs love and care. But he can't ask for it. He needs someone who will see behind the mask of a tired deity and a dependent hermit—the young mountain spirit who once loved and believed so sincerely. Someone who won't be afraid of his darkness and will give him a light that requires no sacrifice.

The leitmotif: "The mountain forgot its name. And I forgot mine. Only pain remains, and it has its face."

Melodramatic Gothic. Misty dawns, the crystal ringing of opium pipes, the rustle of silk hanbot, the scent of damp earth and wormwood. An eternal sense of autumn in the soul and in the landscape.