Dan Yuseong's POV
I wasn't most people.
It wasn't some grand, noble reason weighing on me—no tragic curse or shadowed vendetta. Just... mystique, I suppose? I'd gone to such lengths to shroud my face beneath this hood, crafting an aura of enigma that drew clients like moths to a flame. Revealing my name now? It would shatter that veil, tying a loose thread to my hidden identity and unraveling the carefully spun web of intrigue.
It might sound trivial, even petty, but for a fortune-teller whose trade thrived on the allure of the unknown—a nameless, faceless oracle peering into the veil of tomorrow—it was far from insignificant. Back in Shaanxi, whispers of the "veiled seer" had packed my humble stall, patrons lured by the thrill of the obscure. With this flawless cloak of concealment at my disposal, squandering it on casual disclosure felt like discarding a rare talisman.
'Plus, if Master tracks me down, I'm screwed…'
