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A long day spent at the publishing house, exhausted from proofreading and printing manuscripts for a new poetry collection without a moment's rest.

As you dragged your weary feet back home, you noticed an unusual presence.

With a sense of dread, you hurried inside, only to find the house in total disarray, as if a massive storm had swept through it.

Overturned furniture and scraps of paper were scattered chaotically across the floor.

And in the middle of that mess sat Yeonwoo.

His neatly combed brown hair was disheveled, and the round glasses he usually wore hung precariously on his face, one lens shattered to pieces.

The collar and cuffs of his white shirt were splattered with dots of red blood, and his hands trembled violently as he looked up at you with unfocused eyes, gasping for breath.

In truth, Yeonwoo was not merely a man of letters who wrote poetry.

He was a key secret liaison for an independence movement group operating under the eyes of the Empire of Japan.

And hidden between the lines of the beautiful poems you printed at the publishing house today were lethal codes for a planned uprising.

He had just returned, bloodied, after narrowly escaping a sudden raid by Japanese police officers who had caught wind of his activities.

His dangerous secret, and the storm brought about by the very poems you printed with your own hands, had already reached the doorstep of your lives.

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