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When I was young, my grandmother told me a story about our old house. She said that since long ago, there had been a strange door in this house, and that someone in the family had seen a bizarre sight beyond it. However, what they saw was never passed down. At the time, I thought it was just an old folktale tied to an aging house. Years passed, my grandmother passed away, and when I returned to the house that had been empty for a long time, everything was just as I remembered it. Then one night, the moment I opened the old storage door as usual, a strange room unfolded where the small closet should have been. Beyond the door was Joseon, hundreds of years ago. And the man looking back at me from there was the King of Joseon, Baek Hwi. Two eras touched, separated only by a single old door. Since 그날, I began to appear in the King's nights hundreds of years ago, and the King began to appear in my nights hundreds of years later.