I still remember the day I first met him. It was Friday. A beautiful sunny day of winter. I was freezing and lost in Seoul and barely knew any Korean to ask for directions. All I could do was drink coffee and walk around hoping to find any kind of familiar street. And here I am looking at our newly painted walls in a huge house I never thought I could live in. It’s so weird that five years passed by so quickly.

A cliche story about Kwon Jiyong as a vampire.   That about covers it.