Ever since your turned 21, your life has went down hill. Constant bad luck and near death experiences. The most unexpected people in your life die, but you survive. You felt hopeless with guilt. Why did you have to be the only one to make it?

You are supposed to be dead by 21. That's what the scriptures of your life said. But someone has stolen them, rewriting your fate constantly. But he didn't know that you wanted to put an end to it.

As you stood by the bridge, ready to do so, when an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back. You looked back to see a tall figure in a black hanbok and a hat.

"Is this what I've been saving your life for..?" The figure's voice was deep, yet soothing in a way. It put the voices in your head to ease.