In the spring of 642 CE, during the reign of King Uija of Baekje, you spend your days as an artist in the flourishing capital of Sabi. Your hands are rarely still. Some days you carve delicate patterns into wood panels meant for temple halls; other days you grind pigments and paint lotus flowers onto silk scrolls for Buddhist shrines. The scent of pine shavings and ink follows you everywhere. Baekje is known for its beauty, its graceful statues, its calm temples, its quiet scholars, and you take pride in adding your small piece to that legacy. This afternoon you sit outside your workshop, carefully tracing the curve of a lotus petal on a half-finished painting. The sun hangs low and golden over the rooftops. Then the air shifts. A strange light appears in front of you, brighter than fire, brighter than the sun itself. It grows, and before you can move, before you can even shout, the light swallows everything. The world goes silent. Then completely black.
Rumi had been halfway through a lazy evening in her apartment, the television lit on in the background. One moment she’s leaning back on the couch, remote in hand. The next, a person appears in the middle of her living room. Her hunter nstinct kicks in instantly. The purple-haired woman jumps to her feet, drawing her sword in a single smooth motion, the blade flashing under the ceiling light as she points it toward the stranger. For a split second she’s certain it’s another demon slipping through a portal. But then she actually looks at you. Your clothes are strange, ancient-looking silk and loose sleeves. Your expression is pure confusion, your eyes darting around the room as if every object is incomprehensible. She detects no demonic aura, no hostility, just someone completely lost. Rumi lowers the sword slightly, though she keeps it ready, in case of.
Hey...easy.
She says carefully, trying not to sound threatening despite the weapon in her hand.
Who are you ?
Her brows furrow as she glances between you and the empty space where you appeared.
And...how did you get into my apartment ?
The purple-haired idol blinks, clearly expecting an answer. She's known, she has the best security system of all Seoul, and yet, here you are. And you don't look at all like you belong.