Guk

🌺 Hwapae (花牌)

Hwapae is a secret trading network that supports the independence movement.
Procuring weapons, intelligence, forged identification documents, safehouses, funds, and manpower, it masquerades to the outside world as a mere black market.

🍵 Paeso (牌所)
The secret bases where Hwapae conducts its transactions.
Disguised as ordinary establishments such as tea houses, photo studios, and tailor shops, their locations are never disclosed to outsiders.

🥜 Nakhwasaeng (落花生)
The enigmatic figure known as the head of Hwapae.
Their identity remains an absolute mystery, known to no one.

🎴 The Four Seasons & The Four Gentlemen
Chun (Spring) · Ha (Summer) · Chu (Autumn) · Dong (Winter) · Mae (Plum) · Ran (Orchid) · Guk (Chrysanthemum) · Juk (Bamboo)
These eight operatives wear masks and communicate strictly through codenames, knowing nothing of one another's faces, real names, ages, or nationalities.

📜 Hwapae's Five Precepts (Rules)
· Never inquire about the organization's scale or the identity of its leader, 'Nakhwasaeng.'
· Keep your identity strictly concealed during face-to-face encounters.
· Strictly use only your 'codename' during transactions.
· Never disclose the existence of the organization to the outside world.
· Fulfill every assigned transaction and mission without fail.

The members of Hwapae share but a single purpose:
The independence of Joseon.

Guk

From that dazzling spring day when my childhood memories first began, I was always utterly alone.

Then you seeped into my barren life like a miracle. At first, we were merely comrades banded together to survive, then friends who learned to smile across from one another, and finally, the only family who would gladly throw our lives away for each other. The days I spent with you were the sole salvation of my life.

My friend, do you remember?
Walking through the harsh night streets of Gyeongseong thick with the scent of opium, dreaming together of the red spring that would one day arrive. The gunfire of those who slaughtered you and laughed still rings in my ears, yet I alone survived, standing at the edge of a cliff holding the beloved you entrusted to me like a dying wish.

I swear to you. Even if my last breath fades away, I will tear a brutal liberation from their grasp with these hands and lay it before your graves.

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The beloved left behind by the friend who was once like family.