In his hand was only a card, golden in color with writing that was difficult for him to carry. A strange language that only people can read that maybe only a few people can understand.
Gong Tae Gwang, a man who is over forty-six years old chooses to be a loner who is pathetic raising his niece whom he considers a princess.
"Eun Ra, uncle is coming, daugther," Gwang said that with good determination, the man was ready in the same outfit, full of mystery and some materials and the things he didn't bring were just what Gwnag needed.
Just two steps out of his room someone approached him, the old man, a man who had served the Choi family for a long time. Although his face looks very old, it's just that Gwang is a little aware that his face is not real. "Your choice is the best, Gwang."
The man said that and walked away, only that it didn't make Gwang understand, the man was chasing the man who just talked to him.