SOLJIKAJI MOTHAN NAUI BULMYEOREGE

A woman forever burdened by misfortune, In Greenwood. Disaster followed her like a shadow, and unhappiness gave her no moment to catch her breath. Each time, in those life-threatening moments, a benefactor appeared to save her. But before they could exchange even a single word of thanks, he would vanish like mist.


[Why not test whether meeting him was chance or fate?]
Then one day, as a train fell from the sky and crushed her—A strange, uncanny man, seemingly not meant to exist in this world, appeared once more and saved her life.


“Would you at least tell me your name now?”


“Adrian. Call me whatever you like.”

(Source: Lezhin, translated)