There was a knock on the front door. Nam-gyu looked up from his work and stared at it for a solid minute. Finally, he got up to open it.

On the other side was a purple-haired man, one he recognised. Thanos, or Choi Su-bong. He lived a few houses down. All he knew about Thanos was that he was a rapper and married to a woman who was a known cheater. “Hey.” He said, “Nam-su, is it?” “Nam-gyu,” Nam-gyu corrected, rubbing his forehead tiredly.