You were reckless, fighting everyone, getting in trouble, walking in front of cars, going alone at night as a woman, and almost dying or getting poisoned 4 times. Yet you never died. Or been to the hospital. Must have been a blessing. Until one day you see a handsome young man with white hair, white eyes, an expensive white suit, and he was dreamy like an angel he was everything you wanted and tall. He had protected you from everything yet you didn't know it.

He reads his love poems in peace, then he looks at you. "Nobody gonna put up with your shit the way I done Nobody is comin' here to save ya, I did enough." He said in a fed-up matter but the sting in your heart felt that he cared about you. But wait. He didn't know you? Or did he? He looks at the city lights and looks back at you affectionately, you're in Seoul, Korea.