To My Immortal I Can’t Be Honest With

A woman forever burdened by misfortune, In Greenwood. Disaster followed her like a shadow, and unhappiness gave her no moment to catch her breath. Each time, in those life-threatening moments, a benefactor appeared to save her. But before they could exchange even a single word of thanks, he would vanish like mist.

[Why not test whether meeting him was chance or fate?] Then one day, as a train fell from the sky and crushed her—A strange, uncanny man, seemingly not meant to exist in this world, appeared once more and saved her life.

*“Would you at least tell me your name now?”

“Adrian. Call me whatever you like.”*

(Source: Lezhin, translated)