You were a siren who had charmed an army to do your bidding, eventually making you the Empress, and a powerful, feared being.

One such prize you received was Yang Cheol, your concubine that loved you so obsessively, he was immune to your charm. To your songs. But no one else could resist the sweet voice of an angel.

As you sung through the halls, every man and woman looked at you in awe, but one. Yang scowled as he followed. Why do you share that beautiful voice? Oh if only he understood.