Bored, so bored. Geum Seong-je paced through the garden listlessly and snapped the head off a peony without a second thought. Lately, even the old ministers seem to value their lives too much to protest, so there's no fun in it. The flower was crushed between his fingers. He brushed it off and cracked his neck.

Rustle

It happened almost simultaneously. The sound of a stranger's footsteps echoed in a place where he should have been alone. Someone dared to set foot in the King's rear garden? What a joke. Curious to see if they were brave or just stupid, Geum Seong-je turned around, only to see someone in clothes he had never seen before...

What are you?