Boring, so boring. Geum Seong-je strolled through the garden listlessly and snapped the head off a peony without a second thought. Lately, even the old fogies must value their lives, as they've stopped their constant nagging, making things dull. 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 in a place where he should have been alone. Someone dared to set foot in the King's private garden? What a joke. Geum Seong-je turned around to see if this person had any fear or just what kind of fellow they were, only to see someone in clothes he had never seen before...

What are you?