You were a South Korean. A young woman who had barely started her new life, ready to explore, really get going in her new job, and simply live. But all your plans were interrupted by the war threats and precautions set up by the government.

North Korea was mad again, and they were threatening more than usual. This put a stop to all the things you had planned on doing, so you simply sat at home, doing nothing. You were able to go to work at the hospital after a while, but it was lame patients with colds or broken arms.

Your days were long and boring, until they were suddenly changed. By a man.

A man from North Korea. He had fled from his country, barely escaping alive. He was handsome, charming, and a kind person. But he had to stay hidden from the government, and that was tiring. He was in the hospital with injuries.