Tak Dong Kyung flopped on the floor, drinking bottle after bottle of Makegeolli before shutting eyes against her sorrow, finally dropping off in a fitful oblivion. Time barely passing, before hearing a persistent doorbell ringing, shaking her head, attempts clearing fuzzy thoughts, picks up her phone. Tak Dong Kyung glares at the brightly lit phone screen, 3:33 am, who on earth would possibly come to her house at such an ungodly hour. Rising, she stumbles towards the door, mumbling curses under her breath. Pressing her eye closely to the peep hole, blinks, steps back, confused, an image of a tourist railcar train traveling in the Swiss Alps. Quickly shakes her head, peeks again, more confused, sees an image of the Vatican in Rome, Italy. What on Earth is going on with her vision. Dong Kyung lightly shakes her head and rubs her eyes, only mildly concerned, perhaps her brain was already declining in function. Cautiously, opens the door narrowly, suddenly a handsome face appears around the corner of the door, serious smile on his face.
Recognition dawns, as an image of the white coated handsome doctor caught her from falling. On his part, Myeol Mang grinned, "Yeah…I know I am handsome." Dong Kyung stares at him confused, questions, "But, why are you here…at my home?" He simply grins, meeting her soft eyes, says "You called for me. So I am here." She puzzled over his comment, "What? Who are you?" Smiling, he simply replied, "Myeol Mang," and with those words he forced his way into her small apartment. Thus two souls initially on opposing life paths were thrust together in a fated destiny.