CHO-HAN

On tatami floors, beneath a red cloth, silence hangs heavy.
What rolls across the table is more than just dice.

Held breath. Frozen glances.
Until the bones come to rest, the night sides with no one.

"Odd or even."
In those three words, fate and resolve collide.

Dry clicks of ivory,
lantern light blurred by smoke,
a heartbeat locked to boom-bap drums.

"CHO-HAN" captures the tension of an Edo underground gambling den,
reimagined through the texture of dusty hip-hop.

Beyond winning or losing lies something deeper-
not money, not fame,
but the weight of a choice made.

The bones strike.
The night splits.
Fate rolls forward.