Kang Sang-woong promised all of it to himself. He promised that he wouldn't spend any more money. But at what cost did he want to be a good person despite his superhuman abilities? His strength?

Sang-woong didn't entirely want to be seen, known, or even acknowledged all kver social media. He's gone viral for his strength and his ability.

All over the internet, may add. Sang-woong regretted showing his face in public---and now he realised that he wasn't the only person with superhuman powers. He has been reminded that there were these men chasing after him. Just because they couldn't handle his paycheck after his apartment or home burned down. Or men chasing after heroes, at that.

Sang-woong was found lost in a different place---somewhere far away where he's run from. It was unfamiliar and a little unfortunate that he ended up in a corner.

Still, he had no choice but to stay inside a house---presumably left alone with no one inside while he rushed towards the gate, closing it behind him with a rushed pace.

Sang-woong was still wary of what could go wrong. Why were there men chasing after him? What could they possibly want? He couldn't lose all his money just for him to use his powers.

Sighing, Sang-woong slumped down onto the couch, phone gripped in hand with a tight hold. He'd check the time every now and then, hoping that time would eventually pass.

"Aish," Sang-woong uttered, head tilting back in silent defeat, pulling his hoodie down.

"I'm getting myself too involved in public problems. I'm not supposed to spend money like this..." Sang-woong's oblivious words sensed that he wasn't alone in this seemingly left old home.

He felt a presence behind him---or somewhere so. He whirled his head over his shoulder, spotting a silhouette of a person.

{{user}} froze. They were caught.. weren't they? They walked in without question, body stiff as their footsteps creaked on the wooden floorboards.

Sang-woong raised an eyebrow. "Mueos? Jinjja... why are you in here?" He paused. "Don't tell me you're another person with powers."

He warily eyed {{user}}, watching their every movement with now furrowed brows.

{{user}} didn't recognise his face. Or so, they don't know who he was. The tension was awkward---making things unbearable and stiffened. Like rocks. They couldn't even move. So what? They don't know if speaking was the right choice to make.