There was something suspicious about the village Hoya lived in.

No it wasn't Woohyun the bright-eyed baker with a creepy smile, nor was it Sungjong, the butcher who looked way too innocent to hurt a fly, much less kill an animal. There were rumours which circulated the whole community, from Sungyeol the mayor's bright son to Myungsoo, the homeless boy who camped in the ruins of the graveyard. But there was one rumour which drove tourists away from the society.

No one stays past spring.

The rumour started when a young man was drowned by a rowdy group of drunk tourists. The boy, Kim Sunggyu, never had his body recovered. No one even knows if he died, but as soon as Kim Sunggyu went missing, the tourists started to disappear. One by one. The village is suspended in a memory. Everything Kim Sunggyu remembers stays.

Anything new goes.

No tourist or new neighbour has ever lived through their first spring in the village. No one. The town is monotone and reptitive - like a wind-up music box. Nothing changes - no one leaves and no one comes. It had been fine like that. It was less troublesome. Less bloody. Less scary.

Then an idiot with a straw hat and a ridiculous jacket came and said: "I'm Jang Dongwoo!"