Hwoarang was riding his motorcycle in the darkness. The wind blew softly against his red, coppery tendrils. The white clouds floated peacefully in the midnight sky. Hwoarang's dark street fighting gloves gripped the motorcycle's handlebars.
"This sucks," he muttered to himself angrily. The last fight with his worst enemy, Jin Kazama was a disaster. Jin gave up the conflict so easily, and let him win the battle. Hwoarang's cold brown eyes glared at the gloomy air, his mind filled with fury and aggravation. He was heading back to his own apartment in the crowded streets of South Korea. As Hwoarang arrived towards his home, he noticed a gold bright light shining in the black shadows. The golden light was shining a few miles away from Hwoarang's apartment. Hwoarang parked his motorcycle on the street, gazing at the bright light. "What the…where's that bright light coming from?" His brown eyes widened from wonder. He was determined to figure out what the mysterious light was. Hwoarang followed the bright light that appeared to be leading behind the tall buildings ahead.
As time fluttered by, like the sea reaching the golden-brown sands, Hwoarang eventually reached the mysterious, pure-golden, light. His cold, brown, eyes gleaming with astonishment, wondered how and where in the world did this bright light come from? Surely this vivid illumination did not come from his world? Determined to figure out what this unusual brightness was, his rough, calloused fingers touched the pure light. As Hwoarang's skin touched the amazing, indescribable, glow, his whole body was completely paralyzed and drawn into the light.
Hwoarang's body landed against dull, cold, stone ground. His stiff back ached with pain. Hwoarang's eyes was still closed, although his ears stirred, listening to the unfamiliar sounds. As his brown eyes finally opened to the unknown world, he found himself in an unknown land.