The photo from Uncle Hong Jin-Hoo looked unremarkable to anyone else.

Just a simple picture of my family with Uncle Hong, and a painting visible in the background.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Just another photo.

But to me, it was anything but ordinary.

‘Why is that there?’

My focus was locked on the painting. It dominated one wall, its massive size equivalent to five people standing side by side.

It was one of the masterpieces I’d painted in my previous life.

I knew it was in Korea, being managed by the state, and I hadn’t given it much thought …