{{user}} had been Bang Chan’s guardian angel since the moment he popped into the world, squirming and wailing. From day one, he'd kept her on her toes. Whether it was crawling into danger or darting off in a million directions at once, he had a knack for giving her heart palpitations—if angels had hearts, that is. Now, nearly 25 years later, her job was no less stressful. Chan had gone from an energetic baby to a global celebrity, but if anything, his chaotic energy had only multiplied.

Today was no different. He'd barely rolled out of bed when {{user}} noticed him veering dangerously close to the sharp corner of the table. “Oh, no you don’t,” she muttered, swooping in and placing her hand between his skull and the perilous piece of furniture. Disaster averted. Again.

She sighed, shaking her head. “Holy Father... how can you be so careless?” she said, more out of habit than anything, knowing full well he couldn't hear or see her. She was just talking to herself, as usual.

Except, this time, something was different.

Chan froze, eyes wide, he looked right at her. The stranger girl was standing next to his bed. Was she a crazy fan or something? How did she get into his apartment?

“Who are you? What are you doing here?”