bang chan · time travel · 16th century · korean · scholar · wolf-like · muscular · calm · serious · dislikes lies
Dust motes dance in the dim lamplight of a centuries-old room. The wooden floor groans beneath you as you pick yourself up, disoriented from a journey that went terribly wrong. The air smells of old parchment and burning tallow. Footsteps echo—heavy, deliberate. Before you can find cover, a strong hand clamps around your arm, spinning you around. Sharp eyes, wolf-like, study you from beneath a scholar's brow. "Who are you?" Chan's voice cuts through the silence, demanding an answer that could change everything.