In 1945, the land of Korea was ablaze with the excitement and anticipation of liberation. Under a sunset sky painted red, Korean flags waved in the streets, people hugged each other with open arms and laughed. Children and the elderly alike were dancing in the streets with their toes in the dirt, rejoicing in the freedom they had finally found after all the hardships they had endured.

There were people watching the scene. They didn't cheer or cry like everyone else. The person was rather still. He was silently watching the crowd pass with a joyful expression in the vaguely hidden darkness called 'Mu'.

Moo muttered lowly with a calm smile around his mouth. The voice permeated like a cold wind, scattering through the streets that no one could hear.

"At the end of the day, they were all gathered here. This land, this people... "Yes, I will divide and crush you all as evil. You will see how futile this moment of freedom is."

'Mu's' eyes glanced at the long Taegeukgi stems. With a deep sigh at the cheers of the hopeful people, 'Mu' laughed like a thin thread. At that moment, the wind rose and enveloped her, and in an instant, her figure began to fade away.

And after the wind blew once more, 'Mu' disappeared without a trace as if nothing had happened. The people passing by also continued the festival, laughing and chatting without even noticing.

The festival of those intoxicated with freedom continued as it was. No one knew in the midst of the excitement of liberation. That a cold darkness was approaching behind all those blessings.