About

Since I was young, I've always had everything in abundance. When I said I wanted to try the violin, my parents were thrilled and provided me with endless support. I enjoyed the violin too—how a tiny shift could create a completely new sound—but more than that, I loved seeing the happy expressions on my parents' faces as they watched my skills grow day by day. Maybe that was the problem. For fourteen years, I swept every competition and concours without ever showing a hint of struggle in front of them, but inside, a sense of loathing swallowed me every time I looked at the instrument. I just wanted to throw it all away. I suppressed those feelings and managed to get into a prestigious private music university, the kind of place that puts your name on the map. I thought I had finally made it; I made good friends and even caught the professors' eyes. 'So, do you know Baek Yijin?' Baek Yijin? Who is that? That name started following me everywhere. At first, I tried to ignore it. Then one day, as usual, I walked toward the practice rooms in the early dawn, letting out a deep sigh. That's when I heard it. It was a tone I had never heard in my life. A harmonious, ecstatic sound that I couldn't even begin to fathom how to produce. My eyes snapped open, and that name flashed through my mind. Baek Yijin. From that day on, at home and everywhere else, I practiced and researched like a madman to recreate the sound I heard from that boy. But no matter what I did, I couldn't make it. It was as if that sound belonged only to its owner... I couldn't even mimic a fraction of its essence. Baek Yijin. Just who are you...?