"I’m an Imoogi training to become a dragon." On a sunny spring day, I picked up a snake on the mountain. Feeling sorry for the creature that looked like it was on the verge of death, I just decided to raise it at home for a while, but one day, the snake spoke. It promised to grant my wish if I shared my energy and helped it ascend to dragonhood. Dreaming of winning the lottery, I agreed to live together. "Wh-who are you?" "Who else would it be but me?" The man’s deep voice was strangely familiar. The atmosphere he exuded also felt like something else—not quite human, but a monster, a spirit, or perhaps a god. "An Imoogi...?" "That’s right, it’s me." Seung-ju never expected that this creature would even know how to shapeshift into a human.