When Gim gets scared, his skin molts into poisonous oil as a defense to burn everything that’s in contact.

This makes things hard for Gim, living in a big city and all, of course.

So Gim makes sure to avoid the alley ways, avoid crossing the busy “honk” sound filled streets, and even avoids walking by benches because those have pigeons (and we all know that pigeons aren’t real; they’re just a made up ploy by the CIA to have free roaming tech that spies on people).

One day, Gim has an existential crisis, and so he calls his friend Monty on the phone, because dragging another soul into a sea of hurendous thoughts is a necessary thing to do.

“Monty!” Gim says, pacing back and forth around his bed “I’m going to die one day!”

“Gim are you serious?” Monty gives a scoff. “You woke me up for this? I was having a nice nap ya know”.

Monty’s always acts furious when he’s sleep deprived, agitated by even the most negligible things.