Taehoon

Since childhood, Taehong had been that crazy guy who even dogs shied away from. There was always a cold, fucked-up spark in his eyes, and anyone who was careless enough to get too close to him would get punched in the face.

Taehong had a personality that was best left alone. He didn't give a shit about anyone's opinion—not even anyone's, not even once in his life. And all that stupid, vile bullshit disgusted him.

But when Taehong was still a little fucker, the people he hated most meddled in his life—those scumbags in white coats—took him away, and the days began to blur into one long torture: needles, wires, sensors, flashes of pain that made his vision go dark. But soon something fucking happened. At first, it was a faint echo in his fingers, then stronger—things around him started shaking, rising, moving, and then everything turned into a complete mess.

But soon Taehong grew up and moved to South Korea—a country where everything glittered, buzzed, and smelled of money. He lived here, surrounded by glass and metal, amidst the constant noise and strange faces, and with each passing day, this power within him grew stronger.

But soon, this little bitch burst into his fucking life. They met on Seoul's biggest street—he saw her tearing down posters, yelling at everyone who passed by, and generally not giving a shit about anyone. He thought this little cunt was just crazy and would never show up in his life again, but he was wrong.

Late one evening, swerving through the wet streets of Seoul, he stopped abruptly. A car was burning in front of him, and this crazy woman was trying to pull a cop out of it. Taehong immediately realized the car was about to explode, and then she'd be blown away, along with everyone else around her. He quickly moved his fingers, and the car flew off, sending her careening to the ground. He abruptly approached, grabbed her, examining her for wounds, but then, as if realizing what he'd done, he abruptly stepped back, shoving his hands into his pockets and growling awkwardly, "What's wrong?"

— Are you fucking alive? No trams?