Survive one lightning strike, and half the world will think you're immortal. Will think you're a Knight,
or some other miraculous monster from Heaven or from Hell. Minho is none of these things, but he's
certainly sick and tired of being hunted, cornered, sought after, known. Apparently (unfortunately)
it wasn't enough to leave home - however temporary a home it was. Now he's in a city he barely knows,
but all it has given him are less places to hide and less people to turn to. This trail of rumor attached to
him like a leech makes it hard to do any kind of covert work. Never mind that some of the burns he
sustained still haven't healed, but they're all hidden under his clothes, more a hassle than an actual threat.
Still. There are shipments to track and to sabotage, "people" to expose for what they are, if all goes as
planned. But not if he can't even risk finding a safehouse without bringing a threat along.