One day, I picked up a person who lost his memory. He is very big and he has a devilishly beautiful face, but he behaved like a seven-year-old child. I thought he was abandoned because of his condition. I brought him home and took care of him sincerely. At first, he caused many accidents like a troublemaker, but he became more precious to me day by day.... more>>

As their bond grew stronger, a man chasing after the whereabouts of the child appeared in a small county estate. In a desperate attempt to escape and in order to save the child, he pays the witch a price to save the child…
And so, the child’s identity was exposed as the ‘cursed prince’. <<less

Even if you die, even if you are reborn…... more>>

You will never be able to leave me!

Unable to accept the Emperor who was engulfed in obsession and madness, he killed himself.

But a hundred years passed by…

and he was reborn again, as though it were fate's cruel joke,

And with his memories of the past intact at that!!

He vowed never to see the Emperor again, but he hoped that he had at least forgotten all his memories…

He could not escape him even in death…

Now he faces the reincarnation of the Emperor once again. <<less

For seven years the Ibeden Empire has been at war with five nations. One of the most troublesome, is a small kingdom of Kemened. This small nation should have been easily defeated but it is still holding out after seven long, arduous years. The reason comes down to one person, the unknown assassin. As the name suggests, nothing is known about this person who strikes without detection leaving behind nothing but a corpse with burned out eyes.... more>>

As the First Prince of Ibeden closes in on the Kemened Kingdom, his subordinate Count Custer is killed in a brothel. His burned out eyes, like bloody moons, leave no doubt as to identity of person who killed him. Yet again it was the unknown assassin.

There is a secret beneath the maze of the Kemened Kingdom, as The First Prince will soon discover it goes much deeper than assassin’s or Kingdoms, it’s a matter of fate, and it will change everything <<less

Sang-ah had a talisman that had been passed down through generations in his family. On a lonely birthday he spent alone, Sang-ah made a wish to the talisman, hoping that he would meet someone he could like. As if in response, he encounters someone holding a cake box.... more>>

This person, who is inexplicably kind to him, seems to be proof that the talisman granted his wish. Because of this, Sang-ah felt guilty. After all, someone who had said they weren’t gay had suddenly become gay because of him.

Eventually, Sang-ah decides to confess to him about the talisman… <<less

‘…o.’... more>>

The same voice, at the same time every night, rouses me from sleep. It’s that hazy boundary where my drowsy consciousness drifts against the sharp edge of an insomnia-laden subconscious.

‘…ont.’

I don’t know.

Whose voice is it? Who is he?

Whether it’s a hallucination, a memory, or a nightmare—he wakes me every night at the same time.

‘Don’t fall asleep!’

…!

At his command, I wake, drenched in cold sweat, struggling to peel back my hair clinging to my face like wet seaweed.

The time is 12:03 a.m., exactly 180 seconds past midnight.

In the dense darkness, where it’s impossible to tell whether my eyes are open or shut, the only thing I can do is count the sound of the ticking second hand.

One, two, three… up until the 3,599th, and then the 3,600th second.

Then, a soft, fading sound.

A subtle click, followed by the sense of something receding. The sound of the hallucination ending, or perhaps the sound signifying its end. At last, I feel a faint relief, leaning my bare, sweat-chilled body back against the damp sheets.

“…Can I sleep now?”

I asked, but there was no answer.

The lingering, chilling fear from that voice, and the confusion it draped over me like a shadow, finally began to mutate into something like sleep in the early hours of dawn. In the faint blue light, my eyelids slowly sank shut.

I was fifteen, around that time.

When my foster father was mu*dered, and my mother began to be devoured by schizophrenia.

That’s when my insomnia started.

Whether it was a hallucination, subconsciousness, or a nightmare, something would always wake me around midnight. <<less