Come Rescue Me.

Yun Ki had felt as though he was cursed. 

As though he bore the power of turning things he touched into stone. 

Kings and Royals were believed to possess good natured spirits and exude an aura that could turn a stone into gold, upon a mere caress over it.

Gah, it was opposite for him. 

He had withstood the ravages of time and the past had been a testament of the fact that he carried with him poor luck. 

He'd loose the ones he cherished the most. 

Those were the words he'd get etched on his coffin. 

Because, those were the words that were governing his life.

Those were the words that reminded him time and again that irrespective of the mental and spiritual journey he goes on, his soul would always bear the load of the ones he'd wronged. 

They'd clasp onto his feet and move with him to his afterlife. 

What others saw were the hands of a King, Yun Ki saw them stained in rouge.