[i]Thud... thud... thud.. thud...[/i]

[i]The hypnotizing rhythm of the [/i]janggu[i] drums matched his heartbeat, lulling Seung further into his drowsiness. Ghosts seemed to circle around him laughing, holding hands, circling and circling, their corporeal forms drifting about and coming together again, like smoke in the wind...

Not that anyone else could see them.

Thud... thud... thud... thud... 

The beat of the drums seemed to quicken, with the ghost people circling faster and faster, melding together, becoming a blur of white, gray, and black, surrounding him in a ring of light and shadow. He tempo reached a climax, and all drummers cried out at once.[/i]

Seung shot up with a start, gasping from the brief nightmare. He scrabbled around, his fingers colliding with his glasses, neatly placed on the stone floor. He put them on, his eyes adjusting to the dim surroundings of a cellar. He rubbed his head, breathing heavily, and glanced around the room. Other people, some human, some clearly not, were sitting up, and looking just as confused as Seung was. He glanced back down at himself. He was been wearing a traditional [i]hanbok[/i], decorated with shades of blue with accents of red, a black suit jacket and plain slacks under it.

"Yes... I was observing a ceremony..." he muttered, piecing together memories. He rubbed his head again, and tried to stand up, managing to only get to one knee, nearly falling over from dizziness. He figured calling a ghost wouldn't do much good here, so he sat back down cross legged, head resting against his hand. A headache had begun to nestle its way into his head.

"Anyone have any idea where we are?" he asked bluntly, placing his hands on his knees.