[빗속의 재] 다시 내리는 비 | 사극 누아르 ost | EP3

Rain Falling Again, Ashes in the Rain, Season 6, Episodes 1-2 Ashes in the Rain Season 6 Prologue — Rain at Busan Port Modern Busan. Cold rain was falling over the night sea. At the edge of Busan Port, an old pier deserted by the sea. Rainwater flowed slowly down over the rusty iron railing. Ryoshin sat alone at the edge. A wet black coat. Damp hair. And eyes like those of someone who had died long ago. The memory of failing to protect Shimoka. No— In this life, he had instead driven her, who was living under the name Yunseol, to the depths of death. Endlessly repeating regret. The lives ruined because of him. Yeongang. Hajun. Dojin. And even Myoryeong—memories of his past life becoming even more vivid. Ryoshin slowly closes his eyes. He intended to end everything now. That a human like himself should never have survived from the beginning. At that moment. A black butterfly cuts through the rain and slowly brushes past Ryoshin's face. And— All surrounding sounds cease. The sound of the waves. The sound of the rain. Even the distant ship horns. A silence as if the world had stopped. Ryoshin's gaze wavers. Footsteps are heard from behind. Thump. Thump. The sound of footsteps on the wet ground. Ryoshin slowly turns around. Under a blue umbrella, a person was standing. Pure white skin. The hem of his clothes that remained dry despite the rain. Eyes that looked human but were not. As if a being that had stood there for a very long time. Eien. Ryoshin instinctively clutches the hilt of his sword inside his coat. “…Who are you?” Eien smiles faintly. With a face that seems both sad and mocking. “A passing spectator.” The wind blows. The black butterflies floating in the air scatter into the rain. Aien looks at Ryoshin. No— It was a gaze that seemed to peer into his entire past. “Shimoka.” “Hajun.” “Yeongang.” “Dojin.” Ryoshin’s expression hardens. Aien quietly asks. “Is that woman the only one you truly want to save?” Silence. Aien’s gaze deepens. “Or…” Rain drips down the tip of the umbrella. “Is it the world itself that you ruined?” Ryoshin’s eyes waver. Aien gazes at the sea for a while. Then, he speaks calmly. “Dojin was not originally destined to die.” In an instant, Ryoshin’s breath catches in his throat. “The day you ran away.” “The flow of fate twisted.” Ryugang. That name burrows into his mind. The final war of the Haun Kingdom. Collapsing castle walls. Pouring rain. The smell of blood. And— The sight of his own retreating figure. Aien's voice continues amidst the silence. “It was Dojin who filled your void.” Ryoshin’s fingertips tremble. Dojin. The man who was captured in the rain. The one who did not resent him until the very last moment. “After Dojin’s death.” “Myoryeong strayed from the path of humanity.” Ryoshin’s eyes waver greatly. Aien: “That child was not originally destined to become a priestess.” A black butterfly lands on Aien’s umbrella. “The death of one person.” “It effectively shattered the balance of a world.” Silence. Ryoshin mutters softly. “…I.” Aien quietly gazes at Ryoshin. “Yes.” “All the tragedy began from that day.” The wind intensifies. Rainwater poundes against the ground. Countless memories flood into Ryoshin's mind. Dojin's execution. Yeongang's scream. Hajun, who abandoned Haunguk to become the leader of Senka. He had followed him to Senka, only to eventually become an enemy of Yeongang. Shimoka's death. And his own death. A tragedy that repeats endlessly even in this life. Ryoshin slowly bows his head. And for the first time, he asks in a broken voice. “…Can it be turned back?” Eien does not answer. He simply extends his hand slowly. “Do you want a chance?” Silence. Ryoshin gazes at that hand with trembling eyes. Eien's last words echo quietly in the rain. “Don't run away this time, Ryu-gang.” Thunder. The rain stops. The world crumbles into pure white. And— Haunguk. Young Ryu-gang opens his eyes in the rain. Yes, I was... Ryugang. Until I turned my back on Haun-guk...