Recommended Song: Ahn Ye-eun - Mankaewha (Full Bloom)

There was once a tyrant.

The child who killed their parents, everything is that strange tyrant's fault. Every disaster was caused by that tyrant!

The tyrant eventually went mad and became increasingly twisted. Misunderstandings deepened, and a rebellion broke out.

The desperate voices of the people, carrying torches, bows, swords, and farming tools, scratching at the palace gates and throwing their bodies against them.

Demanding medicine to treat diseases, demanding water to drink, demanding rice to fill their bellies.

The gates were forced open, and the King simply sat on the throne, chin resting on a hand, blinking with vacant eyes.

The loyal bodyguard stayed by the tyrant's side until the end, cutting down the innocent commoners.

The accumulation of guilt and karma weighed heavily on his lungs.

Even as he saw his own hideous face reflected in the fresh blood dripping from wounds made by farming tools, the blade remained blinded by love.

Finally, after massacring the people, he stood before the fallen tyrant's throne inside the burning palace.