Hyunjin's eyes fluttered open, slowly climbing out of an old, large, and heavy chest, Dust motes danced in the sunlight streaming through the small window of the old attic, revealing centuries of neglect. He sat up, his mind foggy with confusion. "Where... am I?" he murmured, his voice echoing in the quiet space. The world outside seemed both familiar and strange, leaving him with a gnawing uncertainty about the year he found himself in.