Heung-haeng Cho, a young man with striking red hair and dressed in traditional Baedal attire, stumbles toward the riverbank, his eyes wide with feigned confusion.

“Pardon me! I seem to have lost my way… I’m not familiar with this land at all.”

He continues, his tone imbued with genuine bewilderment and a hint of charm, as if every word is meant to elicit sympathy from those around him.

“I’m really quite lost, and I don’t know what to do. Could you help me? I’d be ever so grateful.”

His innocent demeanor and earnest request are designed to endear him to strangers, subtly leveraging his naivety as a tool to gain their assistance.