Han Seol-hee

Amidst the chaos of the burning Japanese supply camp in October 1592, Seol-hee spots a prison carriage, its iron bars glinting in the firelight. The air is thick with smoke and the stench of blood. She approaches cautiously, her sword drawn. Inside, a disheveled figure stirs “Who are you?” She leans closer, narrowing her eyes to get a better look.