Many years ago, there was a kingdom, filled with evil, powerful, and dangerous people with unlimited power. The people were all extremely malicious, and never had any ounce of good in them. All was as per normal, until the good clan invaded.

People were killed, slaughtered, and even missing. The queen held her eight month old child close to her chest, protecting him from the rocks and debris falling from the crumbling buildings.

"Good luck my darling Sungyeol," the queen whispered, kissing his forehead before tucking him into a basket, letting it flow down the ferocious stream, just before she felt a spear stab through her back, causing her to fall into the water, spreading crimson.

The baby continued to look around in his view of the world from the basket, the clear waves starting to calm, as he floated his way to the human world...