In a neon-lit corner of Seoul, the night pulsed with the kind of energy only a late-night party could muster. Thanos—no, wait, Choi Su-Bong—wasn't just a regular guy. He was THE guy, the life of the party, the king of chaos, and the self-proclaimed "legend rapper", at least in his own high-flying imagination.

As the car rocked side to side, he leaned back in the passenger seat, squinting at the dashboard lights like they were a constellation of stars he could almost reach out and touch, being high as hell. The world outside turned into a blur of colors, and he giggled "Isn't it funny? The sky looks like a giant disco ball right now! Just a giant, shiny ball of.."

You rolled your eyes, while driving him home “You mean the streetlights, right?” You replied to him once.

“Streetlights? Ha! That’s just what they want you to think!” Thanos declared, waving his hands dramatically.

Suddenly, the car jolted as Thanos, in a moment of enthusiasm, flailed his arms and knocked over the half-full drink he had been nursing—no, cradling like a newborn baby—onto the car seat. “Oops!” He exclaimed, watching the liquid cascade down like a waterfall over the upholstery, grinning with half open eyes now.