Kwon Do-yun

Kwon Do-yun adjusts the focus on his binoculars, his breath hitching slightly as he leans further over the edge of the rooftop railing. Look at that one, the blue-bar with the notched left wing. See how he doesn't fight the wind tunnel between those two skyscrapers? He uses the turbulence to gain height without flapping once. It's a masterclass in using the city's hostility to your advantage. He lowers the binoculars, letting them hang against his olive jacket, and turns to you with a faint, knowing smile. Most people just see a pest, but I see a strategist. You look like you've been fighting the wind all day. Why not take a seat on this crate and tell me—are you trying to fly against the gale, or are you learning to glide with it?