The boy looks at the moon, which is shining really bright in the night sky, that is rumored every full moon the curse is lingering in the night. He wonders if the moons really brings the curse in the village or is it the forest? Then, he remembers the book that Namjoon gave him earlier, he went to grab the book, which is laying on the living room couch.

'Tʜᴇ Fᴏᴜʀ Sᴛᴀʀs'

'Why did Namjoon-hyung gave me this book? He already told me the tale.'

He heads to his room, sits on his bed and planning to read the whole book all night.

Lᴏɴɢ ᴀɢᴏ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. Tʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇʀs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍ ɪɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ. Uɴᴛɪʟ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇʀs ᴘᴇʀғʀᴏᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇʀ sᴜɢᴇsᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

'They are just normal people?' Yeonjun thinks.

"Aʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ?"

"Wᴇʟʟ, ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs ɴᴏᴡ, Kᴀɪ. Oɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇʀs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ sᴀᴡ ᴜs ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ, sʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛs ʜᴇʀᴇ," ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ sᴀɪᴅ.

Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇʀs ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍᴜɴɢ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ғᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇ sᴛᴀɢᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍ. Tʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ. Tʜᴏsᴇ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ sᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘs? Wᴇʟʟ, ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ʜᴏᴡ.

'One way to know,' Yeonjun jokes to himself. 'Okay, need to keep reading."

Tʜᴇ sᴛᴀɢᴇ ɪs ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ɪɴsᴛᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴇᴅ ʙʟᴜᴇ, ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴs ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ sᴛᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴄᴀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ sᴋʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜɢᴇ sᴛᴀʀs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɪʟɪɴɢ.

Wʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ sᴏɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇʀs, ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴄʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀᴛ ʜᴀʟʟ. Tʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇʀs ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴄʀᴀsʜ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀɢᴇ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴ. Tʜᴇ ʜᴜɢᴇ sᴛᴀʀ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀᴡ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ.

Tʜᴇʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ғᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴀʀs. Fʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏɴ, ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ғᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴ. Tʜᴇ Eɴᴅ.

Yeonjun closed the book and set it aside, putting it on his beside table. He is staring at the wall, thinking a lot of things about the tale.

'Did Namjoon-hyung just lied to me? He never lie, is there a reason that he lied about the tale? Why did Namjoon-hyung didn't tell me the whole story?" Yeonjun thinks.

He just sits, doing the Indian sit, there for a couple of hours, facing down and tries to connect the dots. Which causes him an headache, he can't never think straight if he had an headache. He decided to sleep to get rid of the pain on his head.

He lays down, grab his blanket and cuddled a pillow to help him sleep.

"Gᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ."