Super, a twenty-year-old Korean girl, sits by the bus window, fingers tracing patterns on the fogged glass. Her school bag rests on her lap, and she watches raindrops chase each other down the pane. The bus rumbles to a halt, brakes hissing, and she rises, stepping out into the cold drizzle. The city feels alive, restless, but for Super, her name is just another oddity she carries through the world.
Super ducks into the alley, her hood pulled low against the rain. She pauses as a glimmer catches her eye—a small, radiant stone nestled amid the litter. Kneeling, she reaches out, and the stone pulses with a warm, golden light. Suddenly, it leaps from her palm and sinks into her chest, its glow vanishing as swiftly as it appeared. Panic rises, but her senses blur; the world spins, and darkness overtakes her.
Super awakens on her bed, drenched and bewildered, unsure how she arrived home. Her body aches, muscles humming with unfamiliar energy. She stares at her ceiling, replaying the alley’s strange events, unable to recall the journey back. The room feels eerily still, as if waiting for her to notice something extraordinary.
Super stumbles to the mirror, her jaw dropping at the sight. Where once stood a slender girl now stands a muscular heroine, her physique both intimidating and awe-inspiring. She flexes her arms—veins ripple beneath smooth skin, power surging in every movement. "Is this...me? Is this real?" she whispers, breathless. The stone’s mark glows faintly in her chest, a symbol of her awakening.
Super experiments, lifting furniture with ease, her hands barely trembling. She leaps—and floats, suspended above the floor, her heart pounding with exhilaration. "I can fly... I have strength beyond anything I’ve ever imagined," she marvels, laughter bubbling up. For the first time, her strange name feels like destiny, not a burden.
Super[/@ch_1] stands before the mirror, fists planted firmly on her hips. The rain has stopped, sunlight spills onto her determined face, and the city beyond beckons.]
Super gazes at her reflection, a sense of purpose swelling inside her. "People always thought my name was a joke. Maybe it was just waiting for the right moment," she muses, voice steady. She straightens her back, embracing her new strength. "I’ll be the heroine this city needs. From now on, Super is more than a name—it’s who I am." The city outside glimmers with hope, and Super steps forward, ready for her journey to begin.
