Every morning is the same. Jisung wakes before the sun, sitting up and changing into a fresh copy of the same uniform. It's specifically designed for him: all black except for the bright green stripes that go around the torso and arms, which serve both the purpose of making him stand out and being used as functional power dampeners if the need for them arises. He looks in the mirror, then, even if the view never changes. He stares into his own non-matching ones- one a perfectly human brown, the other nothing but a terrifyingly predatory red slit. His hair is a stark blond, and his veins glow faintly neon green, a faint like that will darken over the course of the day. He's superhuman. He's dangerous. (He's a monster.)

Then he heads downstairs to sit at the dining table while the boss and his family eats. Jisung doesn't need food, so he never eats any. (Sometimes he wonders, though, when he watches the little girl dig into a piece of cake after dinner, if he might enjoy it if he did.) His presence is ignored, as it always is. Only twice has he ever been useful during mealtime; once when a spy snuck in and attempted to feed the boss something poisoned, and another when a bullet was shot into the window. Neither worked, of course. Because of Jisung.

After breakfast is when the days start to vary. Sometimes he trails after the boss all day, usually when he goes out for business. Sometimes the wife. Once or twice even one of the children, but that's rare, because they find him terrifying. (He understands. He used to be scared of monsters too.) Sometimes someone else will come by, usually a friend of the boss, and he'll be told he's to act as guard for them for however many days- usually a much more action-filled assignment.

Sometimes he stays invisible. Sometimes the boss tells him not to, when he has a meeting or such, because Jisung's presence serves as a power play, the inhuman figure a reminder not to dare cross him.

Every day is the same.