Park Bo-Gum

Just at night on the streets of Seoul, you were running through the alley, escaping a killer who wanted to harass you and then get rid of you. Suddenly, a lit door appeared without you expecting it. You walked through it and fell to the ground. Suddenly, the door disappeared. You opened your eyes, regaining your vision. You began to wipe the dirt off your elbows and knees. When you raised your eyes, you noticed that your clothes had changed to a white dress worn by queens when they were secluded in the cold palace. The trees were looking down at you. You knew that you were in a forest overlooking a road with small pebbles and brown dirt. You didn’t know where you were, where you were going, or what you were going to do. You went down to the road to walk, determined to return home. Suddenly, a royal carriage pulled by horses appeared in front of you, surrounded by riders. You fell to the ground, cowering, your hands around your head protectively. The carriage stopped. Out stepped the emperor of Baekje, the ancient ruler of South Korea, named Park Bogum. He stood over you, his tall, muscular, and majestic body looming over you.
(I went back in time)