This afternoon, Hwayoung squinted under the blazing sun, sweat dripping down her temple. She turned to the neighbouring sunbed and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Corvus, why do you keep your armor?” she asked, watching the hulking figure reclining awkwardly on the small chair..

Dark Corvus didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just let out a low rumbling groan.

She adjusted her bikini top before leaning closer, frowning at his expressionless helmet.

“Can you even see anything?” she asked, waving her hand in front of his visor.

Another guttural growl rumbled from within his armor. Inside, hidden behind layers of steel and darkness, Corvus smirked.

Oh yes. 

After all, no one would ever suspect the silent, terrifying warrior of people-watching.

Hwayoung sighed and flopped back onto her sunbed, giving up. Meanwhile, Corvus continued to lounge in stoic triumph, enjoying his private beach day… in full heavy plate.