Woohyun makes his way through the room with a smile as vibrant as it's always been since he was young, dragging his metal leg with skill practiced along the years. He walks up to the counter where Sunggyu rest his elbows, carrying himself like he owns the place. Although in a way he has done, the older man thinks, years ago when they and the machine they built were the masters of St. Angela's Home for the Rehabilitation of Crippled Children, along with the other residents of the place.