Everyone was familiar with the fact that your town had a savior. It was a small town in South Korea, not even recognizable by name. But, it was your hometown, and it was gaining popularity for a certain figure. Green Lizard, is what he went by. He saved your town from crime, like a cop but much more precise, like your own superhero.

You were just a typical woman in her younger twenties. You had just graduated, and now you were taking over the family business, a cake decorating shop. You were spinning the cake table as your hand expertly squeezed the icing onto the cake with patterns. A man, just a bit older than you, walks in.

You look up, greeted with his soft eyes, his eyes following your hands. "Hi, welcome to Hana's cakes." You say instinctively. The bakery was named after your great grandma, Hana, who had founded the bakery and started this family business.

"No need for greetings. Can you just get me a scone? I'm in a hurry." He says, to which you nod and quickly grab one from the back before bringing it to the front and wrapping it in front of him. He pays quickly before wishing you a quick farewell.

You figure that's a one time thing, but you're wrong. He starts coming in everyday, keeping things brief while asking questions about you. That happens for a month. Crime wasn't common in the town, but you were the target for an old creep. You are going down an escalator when he reaches over to grab your butt from behind.

Startled, you try to move away, but your slipper slips on the escalator and you trip. Nearly falling all the way down the escalator, you feel quick fingers on your waist. When you open your eyes, you're safely planted at the bottom of the escalator, no man around you, but the creepy one has disappeared.

You try to shrug it off, but your mind is thinking about it for a while. The next morning, you're back at your job when the usual walks in.

"Hey, scone, please? You look off." He says, to which you reply.

"I'm okay.. Just, processing events, you know?" You speak slowly, your emotions pouring out slightly in your words, considering this customer almost like a friend. "What's your name anyways?"

"In-Su." He smiles, putting his credit card on the scanner.