The twin sisters sat in the car, their excitement practically bubbling over.
"Monica, are you Colin's lover?" one of the girls—whose face was nearly identical to Monica's—asked suddenly.
The question instantly made their elder sister's expression darken. "Don't be ridiculous. I'd never become some rich man's mistress," she snapped.
Monica sighed. "..."
She could hardly keep her composure and quickly stepped in to explain and set some boundaries.
Sophia, the eldest, tilted her head and muttered, "Huh. I honestly thought you two had already slept together."
When she was with her sisters, Sophia tended to speak with a frankness that bordered on indecent—but the moment a stranger or a man was present, she'd turn into the quietest, most invisible person in the room.
"I thought so too," said Annie, one of the twins, who shared a room with Sophia and had clearly picked up some of her habits.
Then the other twin, Anna, chimed in, "Monica's so beautiful… and the rich guy hasn't made a move yet? Maybe there's something wrong with him?"
The conversation was derailing fast. Monica's temples throbbed as she firmly interrupted the trio, who were happily spouting dirty jokes.
"Monica, do you think I could try seducing the rich guy instead?" Anna asked with a straight face. She was serious. From what they'd heard, Colin was wealthy and kind—surely a treasure worth chasing, right?
Monica rubbed her temples. "If you do that, he'll probably throw you out," she muttered helplessly.
Sophia smirked. "With that flat chest? You wouldn't stand a chance." She proudly cupped her own, adding, "If anyone can do it, it's me."
Annie, still gazing out the window, quipped, "You? The moment you see a man, you turn into an ostrich trying to bury your head in the ground."
Their laughter filled the car. The teasing and banter made the ride lively and warm.
Before long, they arrived at Colin's mansion—and all three sisters froze in awe. The place was enormous and breathtakingly beautiful.
Monica led them inside, had them change into maid uniforms, and introduced them to Colin. After a quick round of greetings, she began assigning them tasks.
Colin, meanwhile, was already preparing to head out—to "earn a little extra cash," as he put it.
Once he was gone, Anna exhaled, looking at Annie. "He's so handsome. Even better than in the photos."
Annie nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah… he looks gentle, but something about him feels dangerous. Like if you ever made him angry, your life would just… end."
She was a sensitive one—good at reading people. Despite his kind smile, she could sense the darkness beneath it, something powerful and terrifyingly restrained.
Better keep a safe distance, she thought. Not too close, not too far.
Anna swallowed hard. "You don't think he's… a serial killer or something, do you?"
Annie's intuition was rarely wrong. If she said Colin was dangerous, then he was. Anna's face paled as she imagined herself locked in a dungeon somewhere, prey to his whims.
Annie frowned. "Relax. Monica's been working for him a while now, and she's fine. He's probably not a psycho. Maybe he's just the kind of person who becomes dangerous only under certain conditions—like when he's angry. So as long as we don't trigger that, we'll be fine."
Anna patted her chest in relief. "Good. Then I'll make sure to keep my distance."
Annie chuckled. "Still… Colin's so handsome. I bet Sophia's already imagining him as the protagonist of one of her erotic manga."
That made them both laugh. Sophia did dream of becoming a lewd manga artist—a dream both odd and oddly fitting.
After chatting for a bit, the twins went to work—simple chores like cleaning and feeding the animals.
In the sky.
Colin floated high above the city, his gaze sweeping across the landscape below. Suddenly, a passenger plane pierced through the clouds nearby.
"Wait… is that a person?" someone inside gasped.
"It's Superman—Colin!" another cried.
Passengers rushed to the windows, watching the man who hovered effortlessly among the clouds.
The envy in their eyes was palpable. To soar through the sky like that… it was the freedom of gods.
Every one of them wished they could be him.
But Colin wasn't flying for show. He was hunting.
Through his vision, he spotted a charred, zombie-like creature trudging stiffly across a small island. Panicked survivors scattered in every direction—but with the boats destroyed, there was nowhere to run.
A sacrifice, Colin realized. Someone had planned to offer the entire island.
With a mere thought, his mind brushed across every fearful consciousness until he found the one behind it all.
The culprit's name was William, a young, well-known local tycoon. Barely in his twenties, yet recently diagnosed with terminal cancer.
In his desperation, William had fallen prey to an ancient evil—an infernal demon sealed within a dagger whose binding had weakened over time. The demon whispered promises of life, and William listened.
Beside the demon stood the pale, trembling man himself. "Faster! Kill them all!" William shouted.
He still clung to hope—to live, no matter the cost. Once, he had even prayed to Superman Colin for salvation. But Colin never came. And now, resentment burned in William's heart.
You abandoned me, his thoughts screamed.
With a thunderous crash, Colin slammed into the ground. The impact carved a crater beneath his feet.
The demon and William stared at the figure who had descended from the heavens.
William's face twisted with hatred. "I prayed to you! Begged you! But you never answered! You pushed me into this!"
Colin looked at him coolly. "You mean those fake prayers you muttered while cursing me in your heart?"
William froze.
Colin's voice was calm, but his gaze was ice. "You never prayed with sincerity. So I never came."
William's mouth trembled. He hadn't been sincere. He just wanted to buy time—time for the demon to grow stronger. The island's fear was feeding it, swelling its power with every terrified scream.
And while it stared at Colin, the demon was already feasting on that fear.
It was only a matter of time before it became unstoppable.