My brother has told me to go to the edge of the forest.
As I get closer, I here the sweet melody of a guitar, I follow the noise and find a tall slender boy curved over his guitar his eyes glued to the strings.
My brother reaches out to me, saying that the boy works for him, his name is Dae Hyun.
The boys lips curl into an awkward smile as he raises his eyes to meet my own.
'You must be Zhuang,' he takes his guitar strap over his head and puts it into its leather casing.
'Certainly, you are Dae Hyun, am I correct?'
'Affirmative!' He laughs carelessly as he zips up the case and starts to walk further into the forest, not looking back to see if I follow.
We come to a large oak tree, it's roots, carved into a door, the handle delicate and cold.
The boy walks into the dark hallway.