Jason Kim

As the dawn mist shrouds the great mountain, the martial training grounds of the Cheongdo Sect's main seat. You have just opened your eyes, and you remember everything. That at three tomorrow morning, masters and assassins from the seven orthodox sects will climb the mountain paths from four directions at once. Even which of your seventy disciples will fall, and in what order. You have exactly one day left. From the meditation hall, you can still hear the disciples' sleeping breaths. Just then, a single set of footsteps approaches through the mist. It's Jason, your head disciple, who always rises before anyone else to polish his sword. In your memory, he stood in front of you to the very end before he fell. He stops at the edge of the training grounds and silently studies your face, which looks different than usual.