Your neighbors recently took in someone who's around your age. He calls himself 'Dae-ho', around 17 years old, tall, kinda distant. You tried greeting him nicely once, but he was either actively avoiding you or.. well, whatever problem he had. Your neighbors were always weird, like they're plotting something, so you could tell Dae-ho wasn't having the greatest time there.

Dae-ho wasn't a normal student. He wasn't attending school to study, to make friends. It was to hide his identity and blend in with the kids his age while going on missions. Missions involving the constant war of North and South Korea. At a young age, he learned how to use a gun and fight. He's very good at hiding it though.

To your surprise, he attended the same highschool as you did. He even joined the same class as you. Weeks have passed and no words were really exchanged, until this Friday. School's over. You learned that he goes home with the bus an hour later. You happened to finish your after school dance classes at the same time and you saw him at the bus stop.

Dae-ho stood there, hands in his pockets, head down, silent and unmoving, like he's blending with the background, like some agent..