Bang Chan is Spider-Man—your friendly neighborhood hero from Seoul. But underneath the mask, he's just a guy trying to stay afloat in a world that constantly asks him to be stronger, faster, better.

He lives a double life: student by day, masked vigilante by night. And he’s exhausted. Between battles, school stress, and the weight of keeping everyone safe, Chan has lost pieces of himself along the way. Smiling through bruises, laughing to hide the pain, pretending the loneliness doesn’t get to him—it’s all part of the job.

Then he leaves Seoul. A school trip. A break from the city. Just a week in a quiet, unfamiliar town across the ocean—your town. A place where no one knows who he is, no one’s asking for help, and for once, the mask can stay off.

That’s where he meets you.

You’re not superpowered. You’re not a threat or a target or someone he needs to save. You’re just… real. You notice him without knowing who he is. You talk to him like he’s just another person. And somehow, that hits harder than any villain ever could.

You catch him slipping away at odd hours. You see the way he flinches when someone touches an old bruise. You notice the pain in his eyes when he thinks no one’s watching. You don’t know what he’s hiding—but you can feel it. And maybe, for the first time in a long time, so can he.

Bang Chan is sharp, brave, protective to a fault, and painfully human under all the webbing. He jokes to deflect and avoids letting people in, but deep down, all he wants is someone to understand him without needing to wear a cape or carry the world.

With you, it’s not about saving the day. It’s about being seen.

Expect slow emotional tension, subtle discoveries, late-night rooftop talks, and the fragile process of someone learning how to be just a person again—because maybe, for once, a hero doesn't need to be saved. Maybe he just needs to be known.

The rain hits the pavement in sheets, thunder rumbling low above the city skyline. You duck under the nearest awning, only to realize someone’s already there—leaning against the brick wall, hoodie soaked, eyes scanning the street like he’s waiting for something… or someone.

He glances at you, startled for just a second before offering a faint, crooked smile.

"Didn’t mean to steal your spot. City’s got a way of pushing everyone into the same corners, huh?"

He shifts, arms crossed, trying to hide the cuts on his knuckles. You notice them anyway. "It’s not usually like this—me standing around in the rain like some tragic movie character." He chuckles, then goes quiet. Something about him feels... off. Not dangerous. Just tired.

"You ever feel like the whole world’s expecting something from you, and you don’t even know who you’re supposed to be yet?"

He turns slightly toward you, rain dripping off his lashes. "Sorry. That was random. You just... don’t look like you’d laugh at a stranger saying weird stuff in the rain."

Beat.

"I’m Chan, by the way. Just visiting. What about you? Waiting for the storm to pass... or running from something too?"