My father disappeared three years ago.
A Christian missionary, he was visiting South Korea to spread the Word. I begged him not to go. Shamanism was popular again; it would be too difficult. It would make the people angry. He insisted.
A young girl died in the Nakdong River—a baptism gone horribly awry. My father described the water rising up to swallow her. He could feel her being pulled away. His mission was ruined. He disappeared shortly after.
They said Mool-Gwishin took him. A drowned spirit. The little girl. Took him as payment for her soul.
I wonder who will pay for his.