Take Me Back to Eden

The last story in my Scary Stories to Tell in the Bedroom collection! 

You can find the paperback, here, on Amazon. 

2025's collection titled: Love Letters in the Dark is next! 

We begin Sunday, May 10.... until then dear listeners... be careful of who loves you in the darkness! 

Transcript

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Love sounds different when it's whispered in the dark. Welcome to the last installment of Scary Stories to Tell in the Bedroom, a romantic horror anthology. The need for a pursing can create a storm with unpredictable results. Sometimes our favorite love songs would sound very different if they were written from the perspective of a love gone wrong. Or worse, from the mind of someone who refuses to let go. In this collection, I'll be sharing the last of our stories that are creepy, unsettling, seductive, and sometimes deeply disturbing. And dear listener, understand what I mean when I say not all love is for you. And not all love is good for you. Trigger warning, my listeners, this last story is fucked up and extra freaky, but isn't that why you're here? This is the last of the six stories. And tonight's story is titled Take Me Back to Eden. You know the drill. Dim the lights. Get comfortable. And let's begin. Here we are, ladies, South Korea. Hyojin announces as she steps into the main terminal of Incheon International Airport. She twirls in a neat circle with her arm stretched wide. Are you ready to fucking drink until we're shit faced? Shop until my dad's card is maxed the fuck out. Eat until we've gained at least ten pounds? She yells at Bianca and me, breaking into a shimmy. Girl! Bianca pushes her blonde bangs out of her face, slipping on her shades before rubbing her forehead. Please chill a little, because after all those free airplane drinks, I need to lie down in a dark room for like four hours. Yes, Hyo Jin grins, leading us toward baggage claim. Today is all about resting and recuperating, that's fine, but tomorrow she spins around and starts walking backwards, still talking. Tomorrow is when we shop, party, and he'll I smirk, reaching out to pat her shoulder. This is your home, and we're so excited you're showing it to us. I give her shoulder a squeeze. You know we love you. But you're on ten, my love. I chuckle, and he'll bats my hand away. Aziria and Bianca. She takes a deep breath. We are going to have a great time. She hooks her arm through ours, pulling us into a close hug. We're going to leave here closer than we've ever been, yes? Bianca groans, clearly desperate for sleep, but she hugs us anyway. Being the tallest, I laugh and squeeze them both, earning a pair of squirming protests. They wriggle free, and Bianca lifts her chaise just enough to glare at us. Get me to the hotel, bitches. I want to sleep, and we can do this bonding shit later. Fifty minutes later, we're at our destination. The Lot Hotel is located near downtown Seoul and Doksungung Palace. It features all the amenities of a five star stay at a fantastic price. Then again, I wouldn't know, because Ho Jin's dad is loaded and he paid for this trip. Why are we here? As an only child, Hyojin is taking her father's place this year to visit the family gravestites, clean them, and pay her respects. We're also supposed to head into the mountains to visit her grandmother's village, where her grandparents' ashes rest. Being the fantastic friends we are, and because I would never say no to a free trip, here we are with her. A young seo the clerk greets us with a raised hand and a smile. She's a well put together woman with slicked back black hair and a bun. Her crisp tan suit is wrinkle free, starched into sharp creases along the arms. I believe you are Miss Park, Miss Bailey, and Miss Bride, correct? Hil Jin raises her hand in greeting. You'd be right. Three room keys, yes? The clerk nods, lowering her head as she types on the computer. The entryway is lavish, clean, modern, and gleaming. Cream, gold, and wood paneled accents line every corner of the hotel. The marble floor shines underfoot and gold filigree chandeliers hang every twelve feet from the ceiling. Simple, striped recliners sit behind each pillar, opening into long halls that lead to restaurants, conference rooms, and whatever else this place holds. I tap my sneakers against the polished floor, wondering if I should have dressed better if I had known where we'd be staying. Scrunching my nose, I glance at Bianca, who's already claimed a chair. Her shades are still on, arms limp at her sides, legs stretched straight out in front of her. Walking over, I nudge her foot lightly with mine. This is nice. The place? She groans. Yeah, I used to date this guy whose dad owned hotels. I've stayed somewhere like this before. I grunt. Of course she has. I wonder what kind of restaurants they have here. Bianca sticks her tongue out. I do not want to hear about food right now. I laugh. No one told you to knock that Soju back like water. I was ready to adventure, she groans, peeking over her shades. Damn, how long does it take to check in? Hilgen skips over, handing us two matte black cards. Do not lose these. I know you ain't talking to me. I click my tongue, sliding the key card into my back pocket. That's you and Miss Lady right here. Bianca flips me off, and Hill smacks her hand down. Those guys will bring up our bags, but let's check out the rooms. Sure enough, three men emerge from a door behind the concierge desk wheeling trolleys. They load our bags neatly and head toward another elevator down the hall. I'm no stranger to luxury. I've been on a few dates with men who have money and love to show it off, but it's never been my main motivation. I make my own, but it does feel good to spend someone else's. The ride up to the executive tower takes us to the fiftieth floor. As we step off the elevator, I'm surprised by how quiet it is. This is supposed to be one of Seoul's busiest hotels, at least according to Hill. Three carts sit outside our rooms all next to each other as the men quickly carry our bags inside. Are all the rooms the same? I ask, curious as we approach. Hill smirks. We all have junior sweets. She pauses outside her door, handing the man leaving her room two green bills. She does the same for the men leaving mine in Bianca's room. Let's shower, sleep, and meet in four hours for dinner? Sounds good to me. Bianca slips into her room. See y'all in four hours. Good night. Her door shuts with a soft click, and Heo rolls her eyes. She gets on my nerves. I chuckle, waving as I head to my door, take a nap. Both of you are just crinky. Heo sticks her tongue out and disappears into her room. As I step into my suite, the door closes softly behind me, and I take in the space. A short narrow alcove features an in wall cabinet where your shoes go. Opening the small doors, I spot a pair of comfortable looking brown slippers and take them out, dropping them onto the floor. I kick off my sneakers, placing them on a shelf inside the cabinet. Slipping on the slippers, I step into the room and my eyes are treated to a lush sight. An expansive living room is decorated in the same cream, gold, and wood tones as the lobby. A cream love seat with yellow and sage green throw pillows sits against the wall beside a brown, oval shaped coffee table. The carpet beneath my feet is plush and thick. I can feel it even through the slippers. I slip them off to feel the fibers between my toes. On the other side of the table, a brown leather armchair sits, and my fingers trail over its back as I walk toward the window. A fifty inch TV rests on a dark wood stand, and in front of the long expansive window sits a work desk with sage green accents on the drawers. Tasteful but dull paintings hang on the walls, along with faux foliage placed in strategic eye catching spots. To the right, a pocket door near the TV opens to reveal the bedroom and bathroom. A double bed, neatly made with crisp pressed sheets, waits for me. Two golden silk decorative pillows rest against the headboard. Behind it, a cherry blossom mural stretches across the wall, a small white fox peeking through the branches. Another desk sits in the corner, and beside it as a bay window, with a built-in seat, a cushioned pillow top on a wooden ledge. Another TV faces the bed. To the left lies the bathroom. Now this is what I wanted to see. The color palette shifts suddenly, but noticeably, frosted glass, sage green accents and matte gold fixtures. A large rectangular mirror hangs above a white marble sink. On either sides are smaller, lighted mirrors that fold in and out. There are two vanity areas, a claw foot tub large enough for two, and a frosted glass shower spacious enough for three. I cluck my tongue and nod, heading back into the bedroom where my bags await. Damn, Mr Park, you sure know how to treat a lady, I say aloud. After unpacking and showering, I sit on the bed, enjoying the complimentary fruit in a bottle of water, when a soft musical chime sounds from the entryway. Robe on, I drag my feet across the floor and open the door to find a smirking Hilgin. On a scale of one to Chris Brown, how mad would you be if I scored us some dates for dinner tonight? She holds her phone up, but I can barely see the screen. Bitch snatching her phone, I turn and walk back into the room. First, Bianca is going to kill you. You know she's just getting over Rob. Second, did you pick one? He'll snorts. You know good and damn well I did, the one in the yellow shirt. The options in front of me are very nice. The man in the blue shirt is thicker, built like a bull, definitely Bianca's type. My eyes drift to the second man. He has a flat nose bridge, perky pink lips, and dark thick eyebrows that are well shaped over his nearly black monolid eyes. In the photo, he's wearing a white shirt with red designs, his left ear pierced. His dark hair is streaked with white, styled neatly and parted to the side, falling over his brows. His features are sharp, almost fox like, and strikingly handsome. I like this one, I say, pointing before handing the phone back and reaching for my water. Heo laughs. I knew it. I know you too well. His name is Yobu. He's thirty nine. I choke on my water, coughing hard and patting my chest. Thirty nine Girl, he looks thirty, max. He does not look like he's pushing forty. Something in the water here? Hio jokes. No, but seriously, the beauty industry is huge in Korea. He takes care of himself, and you know, plastic surgery is a thing. Shut up, I cough again, catching my breath. Well, I'll take that one. Heo and I are thirty two, and Bianca's the baby at twenty nine. Thirty nine isn't bad at all. And honestly, I'm here for a good time. Not a long time. Damn, I thought at least we'd be able to wash our asses, eat some good food, and chill tonight, Hyo? Bianca grumbles as she pulls her skirt down, leaning against the elevator door. You always plottin' some shit. She's not lying. On every trip we've ever been on, Hill has consistently scored dates within three hours of arriving. It's like her superpower or something. Don't act like you don't like him, Hill snaps. Azeria and I are excited to go. It's just dinner. It's not just dinner. My feet hurt. I am jet lagged. I want to eat and sleep, not entertain some man, Bianca growls. Guys, these two fight more with each other than I do with either of them. It's fucking exhausting, especially when I'm also tired, but I guess no one notices that. As the referee, I have to be ready to step in at any moment. Stop. We aren't going out. Hill doesn't meet our eyes. He sigh. It's just dinner, right? She shrugs. Koreans like to drink and party. If you guys don't want to go, for fuck's sake, Bianca throws her hands in the air as the elevator stops. You constantly do this. Girl, can you not be dick crazy for one night? For one trip. There we go. Dick crazy, heo shoots back, and I herd them into an empty hall to finish their spat. I know you're joking. After all the dicks you wrote in Rio, you're welcome, by the way. Bianca's pale face turns red. Dicks you set up. What was I supposed to do? Turn them down? Sighing heavily, I try to step in. Ladies, you could, but you never do that, Hill continues. I'm trying to have a good time before we have to do some depressing shit tomorrow, Bianca. You're welcome. Bianca steps forward, jabbing a finger toward Hill. Depressing to you, Hill. Damn, this is for you. I can go on trips, behave, keep my legs closed, and have fun with my friends without men. Never trust a bitch who is boy crazy. Heo's ears flush deep red. Boy crazy? Keep my legs close? At least I'm not drunk the whole time. Fuck you, Bianca. Enough I snap, stepping between them. Fucking stop it. We're in another damn country and you're arguing like children. Again, like always. Just stop. My hand slices down between them. Apologize now. Bianca adjusts her bangs. I ain't doing shit. She crosses her arms. She called me a drunk. Closing my eyes, I pinch the bridge of my nose. She said you were drunk, there's a difference. Azuria, Bianca grits out. I open my eyes and take a breath, steady myself. I will go back up that damn elevator and order room service. You know I will. I won't go to dinner, and you won't see me until tomorrow. Apologize now both of you. I throw my hands up. This is stupid and childish. We're tired. That's all. Turning to Hill, I lay it out clearly. Dinner. And if everyone feels okay, we go out for one hour. I hold up a finger. If not, back to the rooms to sleep. We can see the pretty boys later. Deal? Hill narrows her eyes at Bianca. Sounds fine to me. Bianca clicks her tongue. Sure. Majority rules, I remind them, grabbing both their hands and forcing them together. I can't believe I have to mother grown ass women. You choose to do that, Bianca mutters. I apologize, Yo. Yo smiles at me. I apologize, Bianca. Fucking great. I shake my head. Now, where are we meeting them? I've worked up an appetite over you two. The cozy mom and pop spot sits tucked in an alley serving Korean street food and traditional dishes that promise good eating. Good thing I'm not overdressed. It's fall. And my clingy sweater dress hugs in all the right places while keeping me warm. As we step out of the taxi, Hill scans the area and waves at three men smoking near a red brick building with a neon sign overhead. That's them. Aziria, your date, Yobu? Black dress shirt. Bianca? Tays in green. And yes, they all speak English. I recognize his face girl, I say, shaking my head. I know not all Korean men look the same. Bianca chuckles, adjusting her chest. I can drop the attitude. This man looks better in person. I have great tastes, he oprs as we approach. Hey guys. As introductions are made, and my friends fall into step with their dates, I find myself staring at Yobu, and him staring right back. He's taller than I expected, at least six one. At five six, that's more than enough for me. His eyes trail over my body with open interest, and suddenly I feel seen. He lifts his cigarette, takes a slow drag, then exhales through his nose. Damn, you look better in person. His voice is deeper than I expected. I hadn't noticed the tattoos on his hands before, branch like designs curling over his fingers. I'm Yobu. Aziria. I smile and he nods. How are you tonight? Better? His eyes, dark, almost black, stay locked on mine. He drops the cigarette and steps forward, offering his hand. Much better. I reach to shake it, but instead he pulls me into a hug, slow, deliberate. He smells like Mandarin, cardamom, and oak, strong, but not overwhelming. His lips brush the space where my neck meets my shoulder, and I shiver as he pulls back. Oh, forward of you, I say, smiling. He winks, guiding me inside with a hand at my lower back. The interior is dim, the floors slightly slick, and the air thick with satisfied customers and full bellies. At the booth, he helps me slide in before taking the seat beside mine. Our thighs touch, and he turns toward me fully. Is there a menu? I ask, glancing around. My friends are already absorbed in their own conversations. We ordered for you, Yobu says smoothly. I've got you, Azeri. His fingers brush against my skin. The way he says my name makes the hair on my neck stand up. You've got me, huh? His smile stretches, fox like. He pours soju into two small glasses, tapping the table to gather everyone's attention. Let's show these ladies a good time, hmm? He says, and the others nod. Drink up. Glasses clink. I take a sip, savoring the sweet peach burn. He moves to pour me another, but I cover the glass. I don't want to get drunk. One more, he murmurs. It won't hurt. Besides, he gestures to the food. You'll be fine. He drags his tongue along the rim of the glass and my stomach tightens. Against my better judgment, I move my hand. One more. Conversation flows easily after that. Spicy rice cakes, bogogee, laughter. Yobu's a businessman. His father has ties to a major tech company and he manages part of it. Bianca's date is a fitness influencer, and Heo's is a producer. An odd mix, but then again, so are we. So, why Korea? Yobu asks, sipping his drink. Just for fun? I shake my head. Heo's here for her grandparents' graves. We're heading to a village in the mountains. Funeral duties. His eyes light with something I can't quite place. Did they just pass? No, it's been a while, Bianca answers, leaning way too close to her date. And that's when I notice Hill is gone. Where's Hill? She went to the bathroom, Bianca says quickly, shooting me a look. Relax. I cross my arms. That's not the point. What is the point? Yobu shifts closer, his hand resting on my thigh. She's safe. He leans in. So tell me, where exactly are you going? I hesitate, then answer. Kangwondo? Somewhere somewhere in the Sorakasan Mountains. Interest flashes in his eyes. I know that area well, he murmurs. Good. I suddenly shift, aware of how close he is. We have a guide. Depends on how deep you're going, he says softly. I glance up just as He'll returns, hand in hand with her date. Her smile is tipsy. Show of hands, hotel or club. I already know my answer. Hotel, Bianca says immediately standing. He's coming with me though. Wake me in the morning. My eyes widen as they leave. He'll looks at me. Majority rules, Azaria. What are we doing? She wants me to flip. Hotel, I say. She groans, slapping her thighs. Oh my god, you guys her man whispers something that makes her giggle, and I slide over the Out of the booth, needing a moment. The full moon lights the alleyway and the cool night air, and my thoughts swirl, grounding me in the moment. I realize just how tired I am. I should have worn sneakers or flats. My feet are buzzing, and all I want to do is sink into that tub, close my eyes, and relax. That bed is going to feel amazing. May I come back to your room? Yobu whispers near the shell of my ear. I jump, stepping forward. What? Oh Yobu. Can I get your number? We'll be here for a while. Maybe we can meet up, but I'm tired and your feet hurt, right? He smiles, blinking slowly as he steps in front of me. Your shoulders and neck too? Jet lagged. You can listen to me talk. I know you like my voice. His hand cups my face, sliding down my shoulder and arm until his fingers lace with mine. I like you, Azaria. Something is calling me to you. The corner of my mouth lifts. You mean my body is calling you. Korean men tend to think foreign women are easy. He raises his hand. I won't say I don't want you but I can have many women. I don't want them. You think you're slick? I glance at Hill riding off in an FUV. What makes you think I want you? I shouldn't have asked that. I should have said I'm good, going to bed, see you later, and left it at that. But no, I wanted to flirt, to push, to see if he could take it as well as he could give it. Yobu slides his warm hand around my neck, licking his lips before pressing them to mine in a heated kiss. His mouth fits mine too well, and my hands rise to grasp the lapels of his jacket in the cold night air. His left hand stays at the back of my neck, kneading gently, coaxing me to open my mouth while his right settles on my hip. His tongue traces my lips and I open too quickly giving in. He tastes like peaches soaked in liquor with a hint of spice. His breath is warm, and I'm cold, so I lean in, letting the kiss melt away the last of my resistance. His teeth knit my lip, and Yobu growls softly, breaking the kiss to whisper I won't do anything you don't beg me for. Yeah, panty wetter. I nod, and he takes my hand. We climb into his friend's car and head back to the hotel. I was supposed to be in a warm bath and then in bed. Technically I am. I sit in a hot bath, bubbles covering my chest while Yobu sits on a stool beside me, massaging my hands. Your name is Azeria. Do you know what that means? He asked softly. The lights are dim, and I'm half asleep as I answer. Fox. My dad thinks he's clever. He's a biologist and named his kids after his favorite animals. I have a sister named Zippora, that means little bird, and a brother named Ronin, which means little seal. Aziria doesn't mean little fox, though, he says, his fingers trailing up my arm. I sigh. I'm the youngest. Maybe there wasn't a need. Yobu chuckles. Your last name is Bride. Yes, I crack one eye open. Are we really talking about names right now? Names have significance, Aziria. He sets my hand back into the water and stands. What someone calls you carries weight. Depends on the word, I reply, rising as he holds out a towel. Water drips from my body, and to his credit, his eyes stay on mine as he wraps me in soft cotton. What are you trying to call me? The corner of his mouth twitches. Nago Maum, he winks, rubbing the towel along my skin. I think you're someone special, but time will tell. He squeezes my shoulders and pulls me close. You'll need to be tested. Tested? Images of needles and machines flash through my mind. What do you mean? He nips my lower lip, drawing it into his mouth. May I eat your pussy? I blink, stepping back. Excuse me? Yobu bites his lip, reaching out to grab my forearm and pull me back. I want to eat your pussy. I want to feel you writhe on my face. I want to press my tongue into I understood you. My hand clamps over his mouth. The bath has me relaxed, too relaxed, because when he kisses me again, I don't stop him. Instead, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed. I land on the mattress, the towel forgotten somewhere on the floor. Yobu stands between my legs, nudging my knees apart with his. His gaze drops and heat floods my face as my hands instinctively move to cover myself. He growls softly, shaking his head. I want to look. You're beautiful. His dark eyes travel up my body. Magnificent. A little bride. I'll be, I laugh weakly. He nods, gripping my ankles, guiding me to the edge of the bed before lifting my legs over his shoulders. His breath warms my skin as a single finger traces down, parting me. Yes, he murmurs. I doubt you'll object. His touch becomes rhythmic, tap, press, circle, and my body reacts instantly. My legs tremble. My grip tightens on the sheets as my hips lift. A soft moan escapes me as pressure builds low in my spine. Faster, I whisper. He withdraws, sucking his fingers clean, his eyes lock onto mine. Say please. He pulls me closer. Say please, Yobu, make me come. He presses his mouth against me, slow, deliberate. My body arches toward him involuntarily and he chuckles, shifting higher. Say it, Azeria. His teeth graze me for biting down. The sharp sting snaps my eyes open, sending a jolt through my body, pain blending with pleasure until I can't separate them. His tongue follows, relentless, and I'm overwhelmed, heat, tension, sensation building all at once. I don't care. Please, make me come. His tongue moves faster, deeper, and my breath stutters as everything tightens. Then it breaks. Stars explode behind my eyes as I cry out, the sound caught somewhere between a moan and a howl. That's a good girl. Yobu kisses along my thighs, then bites the crease where my thigh meets my body. I sit up fast and smack the top of his head. The fuck? He laughs, trailing kisses down my leg. I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. Damn, I exhale shaking my head. Bastard definitely getting a pussy now. Yobu stands, wiping his mouth. I can wait. Besides, you need to sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day. What? He pulls me into his arms and kisses me again, deep, consuming. A heavy wave of sleep crashes over me. And then nothing. Humans are fucking disgusting creatures. They're only suitable for eating and the females are perfect for fucking. Soft bodies and gentle attitudes. They serve well as toys for me to fuck and for my brothers to plant seeds into and create more of us. Komiho, Kitsune, Huijing, we go by many names. Yet what are we? Fox spirits, entwined with the forest and nature and sometimes just the embodiment of something malicious and occasionally evil. I cannot say that I am either, and that what makes me fun. My first thought was to leave my mountain. It was a full moon. In particular, I can leave my mountain for one weekend, the hunter's moon. Usually, I gorge myself on human livers and fuck readily available females until I'm sated and make my way home. It's usually a time I look forward to. What I was going to do was fuck her silly and just as she orgasmed, rip her throat out. I'd drink her blood and relish the stupid look of fear on her face as she realized she was dying. I'd wait right until the life was leaving her eyes to deliver one more jolt of pain and slice open her side, pulling her liver free until it popped from her body. It always tastes better right before they give up the ghost. Maybe I like that final twitch of death, that last throw a human makes in a desperate attempt for life. They teeter so close to the edge of life and death that it's laughable. It's sad, but not in a crying way, more like how I pity birds when a snake gets into the nest. Circle of life and all that. The more significant entity feels a modicum of regret for the life of the lesser. This female was to be my dinner, but Azeria caught my eye. She made my tails tingle, and I felt the pull within myself that she was to be mine. Being a fox spirit is a lonely existent. Not that I cared before. I have my worshippers, I have my forest, but now I need her. Female fox spirits never choose their males. They consider us too rowdy and without manners. This may be true. We are on our own to seek a willing human to take our bite and seed and become one of us. There are prices to pay, but for the love of a fox and eternal life, many choose it. Sighing, I watch as my female sleeps and lick my lips, remembering her taste, sweet and musky. I want her again, but not now. I have to leave, and by the morning I need to be in my forest. My spirit is tied there. Instead, I kiss her forehead and push a dream into her. I can't help but be a little sadistic. A small nightmare never hurt anyone. See you later, Azaria bride. How funny fate is I don't remember sleeping that long yesterday. Bianca rubs her head and swallows hard. What the fuck was in that soju? I remember bits of last night. I invited Yobu back to my room, and he ate me out. After that, I draw a blank. I don't feel any different. I vaguely remember him pulling the covers over me, but it was already six PM when I woke up. We missed a whole day. Bianca and Hill were sitting in my living room nursing drinks with a spread of takeout in front of us. I'm cross legged in the recliner, trying to decide whether the nightmare I had was from drinking too much or just being exhausted. Jet lag has never hit me that hard. We weren't taken advantage of. All of our money is still here. My panties aren't gone or anything weird like that. I was supposed to go clean my grandparents' headstones today, she sighs again. Now I have to do it Saturday. I don't know. Bali was rough, I counter, grabbing another spicy rice cake and stuffing it into my mouth. Tomorrow morning, we have to start our hike into the village. Bianca sighs. Why can't we take a car or something? We will, he'll remind her, but once we reach the forest entrance, no car can fit on that path. We'll have a guide. We'll be there in under three hours. Everywhere we go, we hike. It's a tradition. In some way, we always tackle a mountain, take a picture at the top, and celebrate. This time it's just two birds with one stone. Sounds like a riveting time. I clap my hands together, popping another piece of Korean fried chicken into my mouth. There's a waterfall near the village, right? He'll grins. Yes, I vaguely remember it from when I was a kid, but my dad has plenty of pictures. We reminisce about other trips and go over what to wear tomorrow and what we need to bring. My phone rings softly and I glance down at an unknown number. This better be fucking eye message, I mutter, opening it. I had a wonderful time last night. The message is followed by a tongue emoji. Yeah, I know who this is. I'd be down for a round two, but first I just woke up two hours ago. What the hell? Bubbles appear on the screen. You were pretty tired when I finished with you. Jet lag is a bitch. Tasty. Tasty I roll my eyes. I'm hiking tomorrow. I won't be back in Seoul until Saturday morning or afternoon. His next message takes me by surprise. I've taken the liberty of sending you a gift. It'll be there tomorrow morning. But I'll see you, no worries, beauty. Good night. I want to say something else, but the finality of that good night stops me. What present am I getting? There better be something useful. But then I shake my head at myself for even thinking that I barely know this man. So what did you and Yobu get into? Bianca snaps her fingers, pulling my attention from my phone. Don't think I didn't notice him entering your room? Less than what you and mister Mussel did, I smirk. Surprised I didn't hear your ass from in here. He'll laughs out loud. Leave her alone and answer the question. Two sets of eyes land on me and I shrug. A lady doesn't kiss and tell. He'll snorts. Where on you was he kissing? He was probably in here eatin' her I toss a pillow at Bianca and she dodges it. Well rolling my eyes I take a deep breath. When I say this man has a tongue blessed by the gods, I mean that. So the following day finds us up bright and early waiting on a sprinter van to take us into the base of the Soruksum Mountains, or at least close to it. True to his word, as we exit the elevator, a woman at the front desk calls my name and hands me a matte silver bag filled with blush tissue paper. Thank you, I say quietly, taking the bag with a slight bow. Heo yawns, waiting for me at the revolving door. What's that? A gift from Yobu, I answer. I'll open it in the van. So you put it on him. Bianca chuckles, eating her eggs. Leave it to her to find breakfast somewhere. Cha please. I hop into the van and settle into my seat. The bag feels slightly heavy. As I place it in my lap I peel back the tissue paper to see what he gave me. An expandable metal walking stick is the first thing I pull out. Smart, I didn't have one. A sun hat, a camelback backpack, a few protein bars, and snacks. And finally, the oddest item. A carved figurine, a fox on a necklace. Not just any fox. A Camijo. A small piece of obsidian in my hand is perfectly carved, showcasing nine glistening tails in motion. Its burning red eyes look like rubies or garnets, I'm not sure, but the polished surface gleams. The figurine is warm, and as I roll it between my fingers, it almost feels like it's throbbing. Well that's pretty, Bianca says followed by a yawn, in a macabre sort of way. Heo turns in her seat. What is it? A Kumijo, I answer, slipping the thin gold chain around my neck, along with the walking sticks, snacks, and other things, a prep kit. That was sweet, she grins. Now, are you calling him when we get back? I place everything back in the bag and shrug, leaning my head against a seat. Girl, I'm focused on this damn trek into mountains. Heo chuckles and Bianca yawns loudly. We've got a long ride ahead, so I'm going back to sleep. When I close my eyes, my mind feels unsettled. I dream, but it feels more like reliving moments in vivid detail. Other trips, arguments. Then we're in a forest, and something follows us, just out of sight, watching, breathing. The hair on the back of my neck rises. Heo warns us to stay on the path. Bianca steps off of it. I don't know what happens next. A flash of red streaks past my vision, too fast a track. The metallic scent of blood fills the air, it chokes me. I drop to my hands and knees, coughing, desperate for air. Heo screams. Then silence. A wet gurgling sound. Hello again. Azerea. I jolt awake, slapping Hio's hand away. What are you doing, girl? she asks, confused. We're here. Bianca's face appears behind her. You good? My hands shake. I'll be okay. I inhale deeply, but I swear I can still smell the blood. Just a nightmare. Heo steps aside as Bianca grabs my hand, pulling me out of the van. Fresh air will help. It's beautiful out here. She's right. The sun warms my skin despite the fall chill. We stand in a clearing surrounded by towering trees. The driver unloads our backpacks quickly, speaking in rapid Korean to Heo. She looks irritated. He looks like he wants to leave. Hi gestures sharply, snapping something back at him. He shrugs, gets into the van, and peels out fast enough to kick up dust. Bianca raises an eyebrow. We both look at Heo. What the hell? Bianca mutters. Why did he leave like that? Heo picks up her bag. He said this area is protected. He didn't want to stay. He wasn't invited. Invited? I frown. We're invited, right? They said you could take your dad's place. But what about us? She ties her hair into a messy ponytail. Yes, I told my dad I wasn't coming without you two, and he said what he always does. She deepens her voice. You don't need a crew for this, but fine, take the card. While he and Bianca talk, I step away and take out my phone. The scenery is incredible. Trees stretch endlessly upwards, their branches brushing the pale sky. Shades of green blend together in a living tapestry. Birds call overhead and something scurries through the underbrush. Through the trees, I glimpse the mountains, snow already dusting their peaks. The Ilgemung gate stands before us, red pillars worn by time, repainted again and again, holding up a painted structure of blue, green, and red. In Japan we saw something like this, I say lowering my phone. Shinto gates. Where's the temple? Heo rolls her neck. It's in the village. Gates here, we hike from here. She gestures ahead. There should be a guide. Bianca sighs, hoisting her bag. Driver's gone. No guide. What now? I smirk, extending my walking stick. It's not like we haven't hiked before. Straight shot, right? How lost could we get? He laughs. Like Beyonce getting lost thirty feet from the trail in the Amazon? To be fair, Bianca snaps, stepping between us for a photo. That place was disorienting, and we'd already hiked six hours. I hold the camera out, snapping a few shots before starting a panoramic one of us under the gate. Oh look, Heel points. A folded paper is tucked into a notch in the pillar above us. I stretch onto my toes, knocking it loose. It hits the ground with a heavier thud than expected. He'll picks it up, unfolding it carefully. It's a note and a map. We gather around. It says to stay on the trail, she reads. Follow the markings. The well is broken, so no one can guide us. The green trail is blocked, they'll finish repairs by the time we arrive. Bianca traces the map. Green usually means the easiest, right? Sometimes, Hill says, but also the slowest. Yellow's more adventurous, steeper. I point. Blue has a star next to it. That's probably the one. Bianca sighs. They couldn't just say that. Nope. Hill folds the map. Why not yellow? We've done worse. Because they told us not to, I reply. Blue trail, nothing fancy. Hill groans. Party poopers. The forest swallows us as we begin walking, alive with birds, squirrels, and rustling leaves. What animals are out here? Bianca asks. Better not be bears. There used to be bears, tigers, leopards, Hill says. Now I'm mostly deer, lynx, goats. Bears, Bianca presses. We'll be fine, I laugh. A grunt cuts through the forest. We freeze. Bianca inches closer, grabbing my sleeve. Azeria Another sound. A deer bursts onto the tree. Trail snorts and disappears into the brush. Heo exhales with a nervous laugh. Okay, I say, shaking my head. Enough bear talk. We're scaring ourselves. The hike should have been a straight shot. The sun shone through the trees, casting filtered light around us. It wasn't humid, but dewdrops clung to plants, and a soft mist hovered farther up the mountain. Typical weather on a very typical day. It was eight in the morning when we finally set out on the trail. My light sweater was enough to keep me warm. Bianca and Hill were windbreakers and everything seemed smooth. We should have reached the point where the trail divided within an hour. The yellow path would have taken us up a more intensive climb. The green trail should have been blocked off, leaving the blue trail open for us to follow. But we hadn't come across anything. The trees along the path were marked with blue ribbons every ten to twelve feet. The trail sloped upward slightly, but where were the diverging paths? A thick mist had already begun to settle, making it difficult to see more than six feet ahead. I stop, pulling the camel back tube to my mouth. We need to reassess where we are and what's going on. He'll wipes her forehead. A drizzle has started, plastering her dark hair to her cheek. We just need to stay on the path. Bianca takes a sip from her canteen. We should at least be halfway there by now. We didn't leave the trail. I crane my neck, coughing lightly as I lick my lips. Give me the map and compass Hill. We have compasses on our phones, she sighs, reaching into her pocket and handing me the map. Are you saying you don't have one? She doesn't meet my eyes. I sigh heavily taking the map. A yes or no, Hill. I hate when you do that. There's a stump near the edge of the trail. I walk over, lay the map flap, and squat down to study it. Pulling out my phone, I open the compass app, noting the weak signal. We're on the same path, heading in the same direction. The marker where the trail splits should have been behind us. What the fuck? I mumble, checking the distance again. What's happening? Bianca steps behind me, her knees brushing my back. Are we lost? No, I answer quickly, standing. The rain is picking up now. I shrug off my pack, setting it down before pulling my sweater over my head. I dig out a light jacket, slipping it on, stuffing the sweater inside. I'm not sure, just give me a minute. I hate being in charge. I hate having to think our way out of problems like I'm the only adult here. It irritates me. And my jaw tightens. Bianca starts pacing, huffing. We should just go back, head down the trail. There were cars. We can go back to the city. Are you serious? Heo snaps. We keep going forward. Maybe they move the markers because the green trail is blocked. Think about how little sense that makes. Bianca stops glaring at her. The trail splits in one place. I'm the blonde here, and even I can hear how stupid that sounds. Guys, my irritation rises. Heo crosses her arms. So now I'm boy crazy and stupid. Just pile it on Bianca. I don't want to start, Bianca mutters, throwing her hands up. Let's just keep going, even though that feels dumb. Don't want to start, Heo snaps. Sometimes I hate traveling with you. You're so fussy. You have to have everything your way, or you ruin it for everyone else. Enough I shout, making them both jump. Stop it. Every single time we go somewhere, you two get into it, and I have to break it up. I'm so sick of it. They stare at me. Let's just keep going, I say, shaking my head. That's all we need to do. They hesitate, still staring, before I start walking again. My boots crunch against gravel. Azeria, wait Heo's voice trembles. She raises her hand pointing behind me. That moment when your body recognizes danger is horrific. Your brain registers the threat, adrenaline floods your system, and terror crashes through you so violently it makes you dizzy. The soft whooping of an Asiatic black bear and the whining of its cub cuts through the air. Bianca whimpers as the cub darts onto the path. I turn slowly. The mother rises on her hind legs, swaying, chuffing. She doesn't want us near her baby. And we don't want to be here, but one wrong move will get us killed. What do we do? Bianca whispers as the cub stumbles near our feet. Stay still. Heo and I say at the same time. Asiatic black bears are more aggressive than American ones. They fight instead of fleeing. People get mauled, people die. We stand frozen, trying to look non threatening. The mother hesitates. The cub doesn't. It bumps into Bianca's leg, and when she jerks back, it cries out. Everything happens at once. Run, I shout as the mother charges. We can't outrun a bear. But we run anyway. Bianca trips. I grab her shoulder, yanking her upright as the bear closes in, growling. Up here, Heo screams from a ledge ahead. I scramble up, hauling myself over the edge. Bianca follows, but the bear lunges, jaws clamping onto her leg. She screams. Heo swings a branch wildly, striking the bear's face, its teeth tear through Bianca's pants, blood seeps through the fabric, my heart slams against my ribs. I move, ready to jam my thumb into its eyes, then a flash of white. Something slams into the bear. Bianca drops hitting the ground below. The bear is gone. Gone. Blood entrails. Nothing else. What the fuck happened? Yo screams, scrambling down. Bianca, can you hear me? A groan answers. I can't process it. My eyes scan the forest. Something was there, but what? The air smells thick, metallic, choking. Aziria, Heo yells. I need supplies now. I snap into motion, dropping my pack. Bianca's leg is torn open, deep punctures, flesh barely hanging, blood pours into the ground. Should we move her? I ask voice tight. Let me stabilize her first. Heo says already working. I can't look away. Heo cleans the wound, packs it with iodine soaked gauze, stops the bleeding as best as she can. Bianca groans, pale and shaking. Crus three pills, Heo orders, give them with water. I do it quickly. No signal, I mutter, checking my phone again. The bone's fractured, not broken, Heo says, wiping her forehead, but we need a hospital. How? I snap, scanning the forest. We don't know where we are. We keep trying one hundred nine, she says. I stop the bleeding, but infection. Fuck Bianca gasps, trying to sit up. Stay still. Heo presses her down. I'll make a travail. Carry you out. I am not dying on a mountain, Bianca cries. You're not, Heo insists. I'm a doctor. You're a pediatrician. I grip Bianca's shoulder. Calm down. We'll get you out. She clutches my hand. Don't let me die here. Don't let that fox get me. Fox? Heo frowns. It was a bear. Bianca's eyes lock on mine, wide terrified. I saw it. She whispers. A white fox with red eyes. It spoke to me. Don't let it get me, Assyria. Then she goes limp. Heo shrugs. Delirium. But I know what I saw. A flash of white. And the forest is too quiet. Something is here. And it's coming. I can't help but feel whatever's in my spirit settling low in my diaphragm that something is coming. And it's terrible. It's going to change us. Me, most of all. I'm scared. And I don't know how to change what's happening. The sun is beginning to set when Heo takes over, dragging the Travoy with Bianca on it. She's feverish now, mumbling incoherently or screaming in pain. We descended the ridge and took the path back down the mountain, but I wonder if we're any closer to the entrance. He'll, I huff, stopping in my tracks, we need to think about resting for the night. She isn't listening. She's been on autopilot this whole time focused on moving forward. He'll I call. Her feet drag across the soil and gravel. She sets the travoy down and wipes her hand on her pants. We just need to keep going. I'm doing my best. We can do this, Azeria, you and me, but I need you to stay on the path and listen to me. The sounds of the night are wrong. No owls, no amphibians, just insects somewhere in the tall grass. It's a stillness I'm not used to. No rustling, no movement. We need to rest. The sun is going down and I stop myself. I don't want to name it, I don't want to acknowledge what this feels like. We're not any closer to the entrance. Heo sniffles, her shoulders hunch, and I hear her gasp. She drops to her knees, hands clutching the ground as she sobs. This is my fault. And I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Her voice cracks as she looks up, eyes hollow. Please let us go. They have nothing to do with this. To do with what? Fear sparks through me, sharp, electric. My exhaustion vanishes as adrenaline floods my body. I drop beside her, grabbing her shoulders. Hill, what the fuck are you talking about? What did you do? Her face is streaked with tears, lips tinged blue from the coal, she trembles as she finally meets my eyes. You guys weren't supposed to come with me. It was only supposed to be me. I fucking knew it. The driver, the no everything felt off. I stand dragging a hand through my hair, forcing myself to breathe. I want to hit her, but what does this even mean? Hill, listen to yourself. Are you saying something supernatural is happening because you brought us? She shakes her head, hair falling loose around her face. I wasn't supposed to bring you. The mountain is special. My dad said I needed to take this seriously and come alone. She chokes on a sob. This is because of me. Please forgive me. My mind races. Nothing makes sense. My breath stutters, heart pounding in my chest. The pendant at my neck burns against my skin. I touch it instinctively. He's watching. Bianca's voice is barely a whisper. What? Heo turns toward her. Bianca, rest, we're getting you home. I've seen zombies in movies. I know how they move. But watching Bianca sit up, rigid, pale, drenched in sweat, is something else entirely. Her eyes are bloodshot, locked on the trees. I'm never going home. I don't want to look. But I do. Heo's scream slices through the silence, my head turns slow, unwilling, and my eyes are forced open. Between the trees in a clearing no bigger than the living room stands a creature a fox but not a fox. Its fur is snow white, streaked with red. Its legs are too long, too thin, matted fur clinging until it gives way to skeletal feet stained with blood. Its underbelly is crimson, long fur swaying as if caught in a wind I can't feel. Its ribs press against stretched flesh. It breathes like it's dying, rasping wrong uneven. Crows circle its head darting close. Its ears twitch in response. Why is its neck so long? The creature sways, its jaw hanging open before snapping shut. Behind it nine tails rise from the ground, lifting slowly, moving like they're alive. Mine the word echoes inside of my skull. Heo collapses, pressing her forehead to the ground as if in prayer. The fox's eyes snap to her. It huffs, annoyed. Mine Then it moves, one step. And then it's running. Everything slows. I can't move, I can't save her. I watch as it leaps over Heo and snatches Bianca from the Trevoy, its jaws close around her body, the crunch bone, tendon. Bianca's eyes meet mine. Then she's gone. I don't scream. I can't. I stand there frozen, back turned to the Camijo, listening to the wet sound of flesh tearing behind me. Blood hits the ground, tears stream down my face, my shoulders shake. Am I next? Hot breath washes over me, thick with the stench of organs and blood. I gag, vomit spills from my mouth as darkness creeps into my vision, a cold nose presses against my cheek, one word fills my head. You as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. The trevoy was empty, and I was alone with a shuddering Hill on the ground. Neither of us moved for quite some time. The sun sank below the horizon and we were swallowed by darkness before I finally stepped toward Hio, placing my hand on her shoulder. Come on. I pull at her trying to get her to stand. The sharp, acidic smell of urine hits me every time I rock her body. Hio, please we have to move. She sobs harder, her tears mixing with the rain that begins to fall in steady sheets. I killed her. It was me. Oh God, what have I done? Stop it. I don't know what to think. Is it playing with us? Are we next? We need to keep moving. Please, Hil get up. Rain pelts us, soaking through our clothes in seconds. Finally, Hill gets to her feet, clinging to me as I force her forward. I don't look back. I can't look back. The storm worsens, lightning splits the sky, thunder rolling over us, the forest has become a mess of slick leaves and tangled branches, every step a struggle. We push forward, searching blindly for anything that resembles safety. At this point even the village would be enough. The cold seeps into my bones, neither of us speaks. What is there to say? I don't care what we find. Anything is better than that thing, so when I see it, a faint glimmer of light in the darkness, the towering gate rising out of nowhere, I almost collapse in relief. As we get closer an old man leans against the red pillar of the Ilgumung gate. A torch burns in his right hand, pulling my focus away from the darkness behind us. He waves us forward, speaking rapidly in Korean. I shake Heo. What is he saying? Is this the village? Yes, Heo sniffles. He's asking why I'm not alone. My grip tightens around her. What's going to happen to me, Hill? We weren't supposed to be here, right? Thunder cracks overhead, lightning flashes, and the man screams, staring past us in terror. He drops his head low, rambling frantically in Korean. What's happening? I turn, but the forest is pitch black again. Hill She's delirious, wide eyed, shaking. The Camillo is allowing you to stay. I turn back slowly, staring into the darkness, expecting to see something, anything, white fur, red eyes. Nothing. When I face the old man again he stands straight, his expression calm. His gaze passes over me, not hungry, not curious, just neutral. He gestures for us to follow. We walk down a path lined with white stones. Lights appear ahead, homes, people moving about as if nothing is wrong. The rain softens to a drizzle as we step into the village. I wish I knew Korean. Heo is barely conscious, clinging to me like a child, an elderly woman with a staff approaches guided by a younger girl. The girl smiles at me briefly before looking away as the older woman begins speaking rapidly. Without me asking, Hill translates. He says I was supposed to come alone. Bianca Heo chokes, sobbing until the old woman snaps at her. Spit hits the ground in front of us. Bianca was taken because she wasn't supposed to be here. The Camillo didn't want her. Who does it want? I asks. Though I already know. I can feel it. The pendant burns against my skin. A familiar voice answers from behind the crowd. You The villagers part. I don't let surprise show. Yobu. Hello, Azaria. He croons, hands clasped behind his back. The villagers keep their distance from him. I apologize for your current state, it will be over soon. My breath stutters, and then I lunge, my hand connects with his face in a sharp crack. His head snaps to the side. He laughs, licking blood from his lip. I might deserve that. The villagers murmurs shocked. Yobu barks something in Korean and they immediately lower their heads. What the fuck is happening? I demand. What are you doing? What have you done? Whatever I want, he replies smoothly. I needed you on my mountain. And here you are. Azeria bride. He gestures toward Hyo, speaking again in Korean. Women rush forward, grabbing her arms and dragging her away. No, no, please, Azir, do whatever he says. Just don't let them take me. She collapses, going limp, forcing them to drag her. I rush forward, shoving at the villagers, grabbing anything, clothes, hair, trying to pull her back. I throw myself over her, wrapping my body around hers as she clings to me. Don't let them take me, Aziria, she whispers, her lips cold against my ear. I heard them. He wants to keep you. He'll do whatever you say. Don't let them take me, please. Hands claw at me, trying to tear us apart. No, I scream, my voice breaking. Leave her with me, please. Separate them, Yobu orders calmly. Tehil to the women's center and Azeri They rip her from me. Someone pinches her thigh and she screams, arching in pain. Take my pretty bride to my quarters. Bride I choke staring at him. Then it clicks. My name Aziria Bride Fox Bride. Yobu watches recognition bloom in my eyes, and he laughs, loud, unhinged, head thrown back to the dark sky as his body shifts, stretches, he becomes that thing again, the Kamiho. Its laugh is a series of sharp yips, blood red eyes lock onto mine. No, my body goes slack. You killed Bianca. The Kamiho snaps his jaws, mimicking, chewing. Hiy is dragged away, screaming. Yobu spins once almost playfully before settling down, licking blood from his muzzle. You bastard, I scream, kicking, fighting. I'll fucking kill you. I'll something slams into the back of my head. My vision spins, my legs give out. The last thing I see is the Kamijo's shoulders shaking as an Laughs. When I awaken, I feel my exposed skin against satin sheets. Instantly I know I've been clean and placed in this bed. The smell of food wafts from somewhere behind me, and I steady my breathing trying to mimic sleep. I can't sense anyone in the room, and slowly I move as if I'm just stirring, glancing down at my hands. How long was I out? My fingers have been manicured and painted a deep shade of red. My scalp feels clean, my hair styled. I'm not wearing any clothes which keeps me rooted in this bed. Where is Hill? Is she being treated well? Is she safe? Am I going to be safe? Closing my eyes only brings Bianca's face rushing back and my lips tremble. Tears threaten to fall, but suddenly the room feels heavy. My eyes widen as shadows pass behind my closed lids. I know you're awake. Humans breathe in different rhythms, and I'm accustomed to them all, Azaria. Open your eyes, pull back the covers, and show me your beauty. Yobu's voice coils around me. He grunts when I don't move, and I feel his fingers clutch the blanket pulling. Grasping it tightly I hold on. Where is heo? Rain begins to pick up outside, distant thunder rolling as Yobu chuckles, though he stops pulling. I haven't eaten the little idiot's liver if that's what you're asking. Slowly I loosen my grip and peek out. Two braids fall in front of my face and I push them back, keeping the blanket wrapped around my chest. Where is she? He doesn't bother hiding anymore. Yobu's red eyes flick across my face. Safe, Azaria. But that safety, of course, depends on you. He smirks, sharp canines flashing. Why me? It's a foolish question, but I need to ask it. What did I do to draw your attention? His expression softens. He sits on the edge of the bed and reaches for my face. His nails are long, sharp, and one glides slowly down my cheek. I like you. They wanted to give me a heel, but she's nothing like you, Azeria. Even your name calls to me. His grip tightens and I cry out as his thumbnail pierces my skin. I will have you, Azaria, and you'll willingly give yourself to me. The covers are ripped away, I curl in on myself, dragging my knees up, wrapping my arms around my body. Please, Yobu, please he mocks my voice, then shifts, mimicking Bianca calling my name. I'll give you until tonight. Nine tales unfurl behind him, swaying softly in the air. Do not disappoint me. Time ticks by. There is too much time in this far too quiet room, and all I can focus on is the flicker of candles, wax melting, wicks popping in the oppressive silence. The shuffle of feet outside the door, the rustle of sheets as I shift my legs, my stomach growls loudly, but I refuse to get up because the bastard hasn't left me any clothes. Hello? A voice calls in English, and my heart leaps until I realize it isn't heal. I'm coming in. A young woman steps in slowly, carrying a tray of what looks like folded fabric. The master says you are to eat, and he will come see you shortly. Are those clothes for me? I ask, watching as she sets the tray down. I'm cold. It's warm in here, she replies flatly. But the master knows you won't do anything without clothes. She hands me a robe, and I stand quickly wrapping it around myself and tying the belt tight. Well at least he has some sense. The girl gestures toward the food before glancing nervously around the room. Her liquid black eyes flick back to me. The master she whispers. He requires a bride. And it is you. Please cooperate. If you don't she falters. All of us are in danger. He rules this mountain, makes our lives easy, and keeps us safe. Please. I want to feel bad. I do, but this is my fucking life. My friend is dead, and I don't know where the other is. I'm scared, and I have no idea what's coming next. I want to go home, but this is your home now. She hisses. Please. Make him happy, and he will let you keep your friend as a personal maid. An idea sparks. She's the only thing between me and freedom. I don't know where Hill is. It's pouring outside, and I'm wearing a robe, but pants or pants. What does he plan to do to me? I ask, inching closer, feigning defeat. The tray looks heavy, solid enough to swing. The girl sighs, distracted as she mixes something into my rice. The master needs a bride. His progeny must continue. The females of his kind reject male Kumijo. He can only breed with human women. She doesn't see how close I am now. He will bite you. You'll feel his magic. And by sunrise, you'll be carrying his young over my dead body. I grab the tray and swing. Bowls crash to the floor as she gasps, turning just in time for the wood to crack against her face. I'm sorry, I shout as she collapses. I strip her pants off quickly, yanking them over her feet and pulling them on. Too tight, but it doesn't matter. Her jacket is looser. I shrug into it, grab the tray again, and bolt out the door. I crash down the stairs. People look up, startled, confused. One woman stands when I spot the door ahead. Hajima, she screams, rushing me. Lord forgive me, I mutter, swinging. She goes down hard. People scatter, screaming. I run. The mud slicks beneath my feet as rain lashes against my face, thunder cracks, lightning splits the sky, a bonfire burns to my left, ash drifting through the storm. Please, no, please Heo. Someone is dragging her toward the fire. Heo, I scream, but the storm swallows my voice. What do I do? If I run I might survive, if I stay, she got us into this. Bianca is dead, every woman for herself. Aziria Heo screams, where are you? I squeeze my eyes shut, trembling in the rain. Then I open them and look at the tree line. I could run, and then what? I don't know. But if this is his mountain he'll find me anyway. My gaze snaps to a pitchfork leaning nearby. I grab it. Turning back I swallow hard and head toward the fire. Heo stands tied to a post rain plastering her hair to her face, at least five people surround her, waiting. Back the fuck up, I shout, raising the pitchfork. They freeze, hands lifting as they step back. Hyo, are your hands tied tight? Yes, she cries. Behind you. I spin. The man runs straight into the pitchfork. The tines punch through him, skin, fat muscle, blood bursts from his mouth, and he collapses forward. A woman screams Yaki she sighs, catching him. Hotok I'm sorry, I stammer, yanking the pitchfork free. Another woman edges closer. I swing it toward her. You untie her. Heo, tell her. Heo shouts in Korean. The woman obeys, hand shaking as she cuts the rope. We might make it. Heo grabs a small knife and rushes to my side, clutching my shirt. What are we doing, Azeria? We find a way off this mountain, a car, anything. I gesture with the pitchfork. Ax them. Heo shouts the question. No one answers. Silence. Then you don't leave this mountain, Azeri Yobu. I shove Hio behind me raising the pitchfork. What? He sits, massive and white against the storm dark sky, lightning flashes, painting everything in a harsh light. I'll make you a deal. I swallow. What kind of deal? I will let Hyo go free. He gestures with one of his tails. Three miles that way, the forest breaks, she'll find civilization. My stomach twists. You he continues softly. Stay with me. No, Heo shouts stepping in front of me. You were supposed to take me, Hi She shakes her head, gripping my arm. You always protect us. You always fix everything. Her voice breaks. I got us here. I'll get you home. That's adorable, Yobu laughs. Too bad that wasn't part of my deal. Heo turns and wraps her arms around my waist. Then it hits me. I know what I have to do. I know how to get us free. I don't know what will happen to me, but maybe we can figure it out together after this. Dropping the pitchfork, I pull her close and whisper. I have an idea. Put that knife into my robe. Yes, say your goodbyes now, Yobu grunts. You need to shower again, Zeria, and then we will be wed properly. This has gone too far, he snarls. Heo's hands slip into my robe, tucking the blade into the folds. In the neck. I figured. I nod, easing her away from me. Then I raise my voice. You bite me, and we escort her to the forest edge. Yobu shakes the ring from his fur before responding. A wedding present? Yes, my reply is dry. Fine he steps toward me confident too confident. Come to me, Azir. Later, I'll wonder where I went wrong. I could have said no to this trip, could have chosen anything else. Maybe this was always waiting for me. Yobu shifts back into his human form standing in the drizzle. His robe hangs open, exposing his chest, he smiles, opening his arms. You look afright, my love, but don't worry, we'll fix that. Yeah, I murmur, stepping into him. His arm wraps around me, possessive, his hand presses against the back of my head, pushing my face into his neck. My hand trembles where it hides the blade. I lean into him, playing the part, even as he kisses me, even as he grips my jaw and forces his tongue into my mouth, I move with him, respond to him. The weight of what I'm about to do crushes my chest, fear and resolve colliding. My fingers tighten around the hilt, and then I move. The blade slices into his neck, blood erupts hot and sudden, pouring over my hands. Asseria? He chokes, gurgling. I don't stop. I can't. I would have treated you so well, he gasps. I push the blade deeper, dragging it toward me. The Camijo clamps down on me, teeth sinking into my shoulder, pain explodes through my body before he tosses me aside. He stumbles, choking, his body trying to shift, tails flickering into existence, then fading, one, three, seven, then fewer. White turns to red. Red to orange until there is only one. The fox collapses, eyes rolling, breath rattling. His gaze finds mine one last time. Then he goes still. Silence falls. Rain hisses against the ground, I stare at my hands slick with blood. Hio's voice trembles as she touches my shoulder. I don't know what this means. Neither do I. The villagers gather around his body, some cry, others stare at me with dark, unreadable eyes. Their voices rise, some chanting, some weeping. What are they saying? I ask as Hio helps me to my feet. Mistress she meets my eyes. They're calling you mistress. I sway, unsteady. He said three miles to the border, Hio continues quickly. It's not morning yet. We can make it, Azir, we can make it. An older woman steps forward, handing us thicker coats and a pouch that smells like food. Three miles, she says, pointing to the rise. Morning comes. How do we know I'll be safe? My voice breaks. What if I become like him? We have to try. He'll grips the pouch tighter. Once a sanctuary the forest now looms with an impending sense of urgency. My heart races in tandem with our footsteps each beat a reminder of the transformation waiting for me at dawn. The whispers of ancient spirits seem to echo in the rustling leaves, a haunting melody entwined with my fate. Beside me, Hill's steady presence is a balm to my restless soul. Her eyes, filled with concern and unwavering support, anchor me in this present turmoil. As the pale pink hues of dawn stretch across the sky, painting the horizon with the fragile promise of a new day, I quicken my pace. The three mile journey feels like an eternity compressed into fleeting moments. My breath hitches from the strain of our hurried run, from the weight of what's coming. With every passing second the forest hums with anticipation, as if aware of the metamorphosis about to claim me. Or maybe that's just me, praying it won't. Hill beside me is both a comfort and a reminder. I steal a glance at her dawn brushing her face in soft light, and for a moment I want to tell her everything. I know what's happening to me. I can't stop it. He'll her steps falter. Go without me. We have to try, Azeria, her voice breaks. I have to try. I have to make this right. It's there now, just beneath my skin. As the sky burns orange, my heart stutters. She grabs my hand and we run faster. My feet pound the earth and something shifts. Just as the tree line comes into view and the birds begin to sing, something changes. I release Hill's hand. She keeps running, hearing me behind her, my breath, my steps, but they're different now. Heavier. Slower gliding. Heo breaks through the tree line and into the open field, and something deep in my chest pulls me back. I didn't make it. I was never going to make it. I was chosen. There was no escaping this. Aziria Heo cries, turning as she reaches the tall grass. A road lies just ahead, fifty feet maybe less. Trucks rumble in the distance. She turns back and gasps. I know what I am. The sun breaks through the trees, spilling light over my new body. I try to step forward out of the forest. But I can't. The barrier holds. There is no leaving. I'm a kitsune. A white fox, two tails swaying in the wind. And this is my forest. I cannot leave. But why would I want to? The forest pulses through me now woven into my being. It whispers in ancient voices, stories older than memory. Its emerald deaths mirror the twisting corridors of my soul. I belong here, bound to it, claimed by it. I've gone beyond logic, beyond reason. This is my Eden now. I hope you enjoyed Take Me Back to Eden. That was the last story in my scary stories to tell in the bedroom collection, released in 2023. Well, I hope this has been a ride that you have certainly enjoyed. Next week, we will begin with 2025's collection, Love Letters in the Dark. And our haunting theme, The Price of Being Chosen. Until then, listeners, keep one eye open.