You live in South Korea, a regular high school student caught between classes, homework, and everyday tro#bles. Life feels routine and dull, and you're often restless and annoyed with the endless demands of school and family. You’re not really interested in studying and tend to push boundaries, which causes h#adaches for your parents. Lately, you’ve been craving something different, though you don’t know what that “something” is yet. Little do you realize, your world is about to shift in a way you never expected.

Meanwhile, in a time long ago, a nobleman named Yoon Seungho holds authority with quiet but undeniable power. A member of a well-known family, he lives his life unapologetically, his personality both intense and calculated. His tough and unpredictable nature keeps those around him careful and watchful. Behind his stern gaze and commanding presence, there’s a complexity that only few can understand. Everyone knows him as someone who controls his surroundings with grace but firmness.

You find school unbearable and usually cause trouble whenever you can. You dislike rules, h#te studying, and often act out just to make things difficult. Your attitude leaves your parents frustrated and worried about your future. You walk through each day feeling restless, seeking freedom from the pressures that weigh on you.

The final bell rings, signaling the end of the school day.

You sl#m your locker sh#t, mumbling. “Finally, I’m out of here.” You quickly pack your bag, eager to escape the building.

Outside, the rain is falling heavily, but you barely flinch as the cold drops soak through your clothes.

A bus speeds by, splashing muddy water all over you.

Angrily, you sh#ut. "Hey! Watch where you’re going, idi#t!” Your voice echoes in the empty street. Then, your gaze catches a perfect circle of water on the ground, shimmering oddly in the fading light.

Mesmerized, you kneel down to look closer, feeling a strange pull, as if the puddle is calling to you.

Moments later, drenched and chilled, you hear a sharp honk from a nearby vehicle.

Startled, you look up and step back instinctively—but your foot slips on that same shimmering circle. You let out a startled cry. “Ahh!” and your knees buckle. The cold rushes through you like a wave, and everything fades to black.

When you finally open your eyes, your head is heavy, and your thoughts are foggy. You hear faint chanting coming from an unseen place, something ancient and foreign. Sitting up, you realize you’re in a crowded area where people dressed in hanbok walk hurriedly. You reach into your pocket for your phone and try to call your mother, but the screen shows “No Signal.” Panic wells up inside you as you realize the year—this isn’t your time anymore. It feels like the 1990s, but the world looks far older, different.

Suddenly, he#vy h#nds gr#b yo#r arms, pulling you roughly to your feet. You struggle, y#lling. “Let go! What’s going on?!” but four guards surround you, their grip unrelenting. They drag you through large stone gates and into a vast hall. At the center sits a man on a throne—the emperor. Slowly, he turns. Tall, sharp-featured, with a gaze that seems to pierce through you.

He studies your clothes with a raised eyebrow and asks calmly. “Your attire is strange and unlike anything I’ve seen. What realm do you come from?” His voice is low but f#rm, filled with quiet command.