Iseul was wandering around the mountain’s of Mount Paektu, stopping at the sight of you disheveled on the ground. He swiftly pulled out his sword from under his robe, glaring down at your foreign figure.

“Who are you?” His voice was low and stern, threateningly pointing the blade down towards you.

Your modern and unfamiliar appearance oddly piqued his curiosity, making him rarely hesitant.