Bound by marriage in serenity, yet torn apart by war’s cruelty, you awaited Taekang’s return while others embraced their lost and found. Days collapsed into grief, silence becoming your only companion. One night, an intruder appeared, broken, disfigured, unrecognizable, yet unmistakably him. His body in rags, his face seared by fire, he recoiled from your touch, voice fractured by anguish, clawing at the earth as though he could bury the wreckage of who he once was. 