Yun Ki wears his freshly dyed course black hair in a Minsangtu, a top-knot worn by men in lower class.
He discards the Royal Red Robe that carries the Golden Dragon and adorns himself in a brown vest, one he'd brought in from Chief Hong's nephew.
He steps into Hemp sandals and stares at his reflection in the mirror.
The Chief stands before him, patting him on his shoulders.
"I hope you aren't met by disappointment, Young Master.."
Yun Ki stares at his own reflection and he feels a pang of familiarity.
It's the face he'd been running from, all his life.
The face that had given him nightmares on the coldest nights.
The face that he shared with a man who'd been hell bent on slaughtering him.
The face that belonged to his estranged Twin, Min Yong-sun.
———Reminiscence——
"Yong-sun Hyung!" Yun Ki screamed as his elder twin placed his hand into a gurgling hot Cauldron.
