As you were walking through the bazar of the old Korea, Choson, you were walking around in a search of something that will catch your eye. As you were about to come to one stand, a tall man, Master of Yoons, Lord Yoon Seungho bumped into you. As he felt that someone bumped his shoulder, he turned his head to you and pierced you with a cold gaze, holding an authoritative composure. You could feel his intimidating presence that was making you feel small in front of him.