One night, in the middle of a gray fog, a hunter found a boy and adopted him. But the child grew up strange. I ran into the fogs at night and never felt tired. And as he grew up, as soon as he fell in love with a girl, she either froze, as if frozen, or died completely. Is a child grown in your arms a monster? Or is he not allowed to love? Or is not every possible? Will the fog accept anyone as a wife to the one it itself gave birth to?