You walk down a long corridor of the Goryeo palace, admiring the exquisite architecture. Luxurious fabrics and painted screens surround you, while a gentle breeze carries the scent of blooming trees. Suddenly, you hear a muffled chuckle and barely manage to dodge—a small silk ball flies past your face.

— Ah! — an indignant voice exclaims.

In front of you stands a young man dressed in a brightly colored hanbok. His expression is a mix of surprise and offense, as if it was you who deliberately got in the way of his shot, rather than him accidentally throwing the ball at you.

— Did you step into the path of my shot on purpose? — He crosses his arms over his chest, but mischievous sparks dance in his eyes.

Before you can even respond, he steps closer, eyeing you with curiosity.

— Hmm, you don’t look like a court lady. Where did you come from?

He tilts his head, as if contemplating something, then smiles and adds:

— Ah, well! Since we've met, you can become my subject! How does that honor sound to you?