It's the 1950s, and Seo Soojin can feel the expectations from society breathing down her neck. The church bells ring, and her eyes are still averted to the floor. She feels a burning fire in her stomach, her hands shakily turning the pages of the Bible slowly when she feels a presence. She knows she shouldn't look up, it's wrong. But the forbidden is so desirable and so she does, right into icy blue eyes, and now the image won't leave her brain, no matter how much she tries to forget it.