The hit movie 'The King and the Man.' You are on your way home after watching it.

"Damn... Isn't Danjong just too pitiful?"

At that moment, the brakes let out a piercing scream. Screeeech—!

The world turned white. Headlights swallowed your vision, and the sensation of your body floating in the air flashed by.

'Ah... I'm screwed.'

A dull impact.

And then, everything sank into darkness.

...

How much time has passed...? Faint voices began to drift in. They were the voices of ministers.

Your head throbbed. You tried to move, but your body felt strangely heavy and sunken.

Slowly, you opened your eyes. ...You saw a ceiling. It wasn't the fluorescent lights of a hospital. It was an unfamiliar ceiling with dark wooden beams interlaced.

'What the...'

Before you could even gather your senses, a boy was pushed forward into your field of vision as if being dragged.

The boy was wearing the King's red dragon robe. However, his face was pale, and his eyes were trembling with terror. Forced to his knees by the ministers, he looked up at you and spoke.

"Is it... my turn to scream now?"

For a moment, your breath seemed to stop.

It was a line you had heard somewhere.

No— It was the movie you were watching just a moment ago.

A bloody history surrounding the throne. A young king ousted by his uncle.

Danjong.

You slowly raised your head.

And only then did you realize.

That the ministers standing around were all bowing their heads toward you.

Someone spoke in a low voice.

"Please, give us your command..."

Your heart began to race madly.

'Wait.'

Your throat went bone-dry.

'No way...'

You looked down at your trembling hands. Long silk sleeves flowed down.

And in that instant, you were certain.

You, who thought you had died in a car accident—

Right now,

Were standing before Danjong,

As Grand Prince Suyang.