"Next is, Son Wendy."

"Her name sounds different. Is she not from Korea?"

"She is from Canada, Miss."

"I see." the woman nods,"continue."

"She's a very cheerful person. Her color is blue."

"Her ability?" 

"Cooking, baking, and-"

"Mr. Nam."

"She is good at cleaning too, singing, playing inst-"

"Mister Nam."

"Yes, Miss?"

The woman sighs,"not that ability."

"Oh, right." the guy clears his throath,"an illusionist, Miss."

The woman taps her fingers againts the wooden table,"water and illusion. It's pretty dangerous. So, she can manipulate things and all?"

"Yes, Miss."

-

[Canada, Toronto, 02.21 PM]

"Welcome to Son's Cake and Bakery. I'm Wendy, can I help you?" says a short girl when she sees a guy enters her shop. She smiles because finally she gets a customer today. 

Instead of answering her, the guy pulls out a gun from his pocket, and points it at Wendy.

"Your money, all of it." he says.

Wendy bites her lip,"I'm sorry, Sir. But, you might regret this." she says as she stares into the guy's eyes.

The gun falls from his hand. He blinks a few times as Wendy takes his gun away.

"W-Where am I? What am I doing here?" he says.

Wendy smiles brightly,"you're here to buy all of my cakes, remember?"

"Really?" he frowns,"if you said so."

He takes out his wallet and gives Wendy a credit card. 

"This bastard has a credit card?" Wendy mumbles.

"What did you say?"

"I said, I need your sign here." Wendy gives him a pen, and he gives his signs.

"I'm sorry, but...did I really come here to buy all of these?" the guys asks once again.

Wendy nods,"of course, Sir."

"O-Okay. Thanks."

"No, no, thank you." Wendy says,"but, Sir, I'm so sorry that I should-"

She doesn't finish her words, she freezes the guy againts the wall with the ice.

She takes her phone and starts to call the police.

"Hello? Yeah, I did have a little problem here."