Hongjoong let out a quivering sigh, as he wiped the tears that fell subconsciously with the sleeve of his black, neat suit. He was alone in his father's house, relishing the silence that he needed after his dad's funeral.

He passed away, and the man didn't even get to apologize, as the two's relationship had been strained ever since he had married his wife, which his father wasn't convinced with.

Hongjoong felt alienated from his wife, who looked down on him and pointed out the social and material difference between them. She called his and his father's love for painting 'useless', and wouldn't give him a good career, which made him work with her, despite her dad's hatred towards him, although they had a five year old daughter.

The young man decided to go to the basement, where his father used to paint the most, only to be met with an album of pictures, that had black and white pictures of his father and two other unfamiliar ladies. One seemed to be in her fifties, and the other seemed to be in her twenties (Haerin).

Hongjoong shrugged it off, but noticed a weird door behind the wardrobe, which made him push the wooden thing away, then he opened the mysterious door as his curiosity won over his rationality, and was greeted with a.. crypt?

He walked inside the dark crypt, before he exited through another door, and immediately ran outside when he noticed that it was some sort of an.. unholy house.

The painter kept strolling through the old fashioned streets, and couldn't help but be fascinated, before he stopped by a pension, and entered. His eyebrows furrowed when he noticed his father's picture hanged, yet his eyes widened when he saw the two ladies that were in the pictures earlier behind a counter.

Hongjoong started checking the newspapers that were around, and it turned out that it was 1943..? He discovered a past that he knew nothing about, and despite knowing that he should go back to his year, his curiosity told him to live two different lives..

(Inspired by the Egyptian drama, Omar Affendi.)