You are a regular person living in the modern day when the world around you changes. All of a sudden, you have to contend with strange powers and a life of constant danger, but you also meet new people, friends you can trust to have your back.
You have a goal, you want to deal with all this quickly and make your life, your world, go back to normal.
You lose people. You go on.
You go on faster than before, more solitary, more focused on your goal than you have been. Because you still have hope, hope for everyone else that remains, hope for yourself, hope that one day, you will be strong enough to not lose anyone.
Until you realise that you can't do it.
You can't go back to your previous life, you can't change how things are now. Your goal is further now than it had been at there start.
But you've come too far for your efforts to go to waste now.
You pick up the pieces of yourself and shape then into what you think you must have been like at the beginning, before this world changed you. The picture formed has some parts missing but it is still you, somehow.
Because you can't stop. Not now. Not when you still have a duty to those around you, those who helped you and supported you and those who you love in turn.
Because even if your own goal was nothing but an unattainable dream, there are still others who need you.
Because even if your fate was set from the beginning, you'd still choose this miserable journey.
Because even if you've distanced yourself from others, even if you can't tell how much you've changed, the fact remains:
You are, at your core, a good person.
And despite what fate tells you, despite your seemingly fruitless struggles, you can't do nothing when you know it might be within your power to change the situation.
And that, that tragic, lonely yet meaningful path you walk on, that dangerous road you tread on for the sake of others, is what makes you, you.
Are you Klein Moretti or are you Yoo Joonghyuk?