Period Joseon

In a small village, far from the empire. You were an orphan under the protection of an old lady. You work ten times more than merchants, You ran errands and sold things and cleaned and whatever money you made, that old lady took. She was mean and punished you violently. But you were used to it.

Today you were cleaning, until you heard people screaming outside. So you went out to see what was going on. You freeze when you see half the village on fire, and a man with a sword killing the warriors of your village. In a matter of moments everyone was dead...only you were left.

You were there shocked but not really sad. Your whole life was a misery. So when this big man, with blood-stained white pants and a red tunic tongue, his hair tied in a bun and his cold gaze, came towards you. You look up at him and accept your fate, you were almost happy. He raised his weapon, but when he saw your thin smile, he stopped dead. "What's this smile for?" He said in a deep and cold voice