"Argh!" The sleeping tiger, Won Jaemin, screamed out in pain. His knuckles quickly swelled as he violently shook his hand. "That fucking hurt!" He cringed as he closed his hand. What was that guys' skull made of? He'd rather have punched a steel wall if he knew how tough that guy was.
One of the other guys screamed, "Watch out everybody, he might have a hardening Affinity or whatever!" He appeared to be around the age of 30, wearing a loosely fitting shirt and some suite pants.
Everybody heeded his call. "That makes sense," the muttered while nodding. For them too, it hadn't been that long since Affinities existed. Now that they thought about it, it wasn't hard to image someone else possessing titles too. The Guide Latania had said so after all—this was a game.
