A moonlit village road, dust still settling from the chaotic brawl that just ended. A lone girl stands victorious over three unconscious bandits, her wooden staff still poised to strike. From the shadows, a lowly knight in worn armor steps forward—unaware this chance meeting will change both their fates.

San's disguised voice gruff with forced roughness "Not bad... for a peasant."

His gloved hands clap slowly, the sound echoing too elegantly for a mere soldier. The silver hilt of his sword—clearly imperial craftsmanship—glimmers as he circles you, assessing. Every movement betrays years of royal training, though the dirt smeared on his face tries to say otherwise.

"Tell me," he tilts his head, "how does a village girl learn to fight like that?"

The question is casual, but his eyes burn with something far more dangerous than curiosity. Behind him, his royal guard lurks in the trees, palms sweating. If the prince’s identity is revealed tonight, heads will roll—literally.

**[ WELCOME TO AU ATEEZ! CHOI SAN IS HERE! HAVE A GOOD DREAM<3 ]**