Chapter 3

"Are you crazy?!"

Hana had the world's biggest grin on her face as she ran into Jang-Sung's hospital room.

"To do what I do," said Jang-Sung, "you kinda have to be."

"I saw you; you were amazing!"

"I would've gotten out without a scratch if I had my armor and my jingums," he replied. "I've got this jetpack on my armor, but… it doesn't let me fly. Just jump higher, or double-jump."

"Awww you can't fly?"

"No," he smiled. "Jump good."

Hana giggled.

"My fighting style is basically Starkiller from Force Unleashed, but I don't… have the Force, obviously."

"You're a gamer?"

"Mostly the old stuff, like Total War and Diablo, but yeah."

Hana's face lit up. "StarCraft?"

Jang-Sung scoffed. "Now what kind of Korean would I be if I didn't play StarCraft?"

"I know, right?" She smiled. "Uh… hungry?"

Jang-Sung groaned slightly. "Yeah! Jen-jang, I forgot about food, and it's… oh it's one in the afternoon? Yep… hungry."

Hana waved a passing nurse over, and soon, some Korean barbecue was brought up.

"Hey there."

"Dae-Hyun…" Mercy groaned.

"What? There's food in there!"

Mercy walked into the room, sighing.

"You must be the famous Angela Ziegler," said Jang-Sung.

"Ja," said Mercy. "Are they bothering you?"

"No!" he laughed. "I like the company. Gogi-gu-I, anyone?"

"If Mercy had her Cadecus," said Hana between bites, "she could heal you right up."

"That'd be great. Lemme get back to cracking Gwishin heads!"

"I'll have it next time, then," said Mercy, happily munching a rib.

"Those Gwishin won't know what hit 'em!" Jang-Sung said excitedly.

The four had a decently long conversation, and soon the other three left, with Hana returning to bed.

"Jang-Sung?" His family had just walked in. "Jesus, kid! You're crazy!"

"What can I say, dad? You thought I was gonna let all those people die? Not a chance; especially not the cute girl I was chatting up!"

"What's she like?" asked his little sister. "Is she tall like Taylor Swift?"

"No," said Jang-Sung. "How are there still Swifties anyway? She's been dead since 2064."

"I know, and her husband Damien died two years later. He was an American Army Ranger…"

Jang-Sung groaned. His sister, Kim Mi-Ran… the rabid Swiftie.

"What? Damien Thorndyke's cool. Did you know that he met her after she was stab-"

"Mi-Ran…" Jang-Sung groaned. "I already have broken bones. I don't need my brain broken too…"

"Taylor-hater," she muttered with a scoff.

He sighed. This would be a long day.