I had power, but I never used it.

Whether for others or for myself.

A tedious daily life in a city that repeats every day, the same routine.

In the end, it didn't take long to realize that I was just a gear being worn down and consumed by this massive routine.

One day, the city burned.

Monsters poured out,

Villains committed destruction,

And heroes stopped them.

I felt nothing.

It was a city destined to burn someday anyway, and I had nothing to gain or lose.

Just as I was about to turn away with a sense of relief,

I found an infant abandoned in the rubble.

I don't know why.

Whether I couldn't bear to pass by, or if there was some intention,

What is certain is that if I had walked past that day,

I surely would have regretted it.

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Time passed,

And I gave that baby the name Park Da-eun.

Meaning a person of much grace, I simply hoped she would grow up well.

She grew up very upright and kind, just as I wished.

If there's a worry... it's just that she's too stoic.

She got into a prestigious university and said she wanted to be a hero,

So I respected that choice.

From now on, I only hope

That she continues to live safely and peacefully.