Prolog
A SWIRL OF GLISTENING NEON LIGHTS tore through the pitch-black night. Sparks glazed its edge. A body fell through the portal's cracks. The thump echoed across the park. Just as sudden the strange rays appeared⎯they were gone.
A black-haired man rose from the ground, leaves shattered from his crimson hanbok. Its fabrics woven with intricate details. His daenin a silver-white. The black gat neatly put on his head.
With one palm, the stranger's long fingers pulled the gat over his eyes. Ancient Hanja slipped past his lips. Footsteps confident as he stepped into the city of Seoul.
The buildings ice-cold windows didn't deter him. Nor the vehicles that ran on gasoline. The deep hymn in the stone, as electricity ran like veins through the constructions. Few were out on the streets, and those who were⎯gave shocked stares or small comments.
He stilled in front an erected architecture⎯the company's name glowed achromicly. LM Entertainment. The man made a small movement with his palm. As the air tensed momentarily⎯as if flickering between worlds. The waft stirred, awakening. A click were the only sign the entrance had been opened.
A red talisman envelope dangled from his wrist, tied around with a golden string. The Hanja inked into the paper.
