Our Youngho is one of a kind; the more splendid the vigilante, the more shabbily he dresses, and he thought it utterly uncool to live in filth just to scrape by. So Youngho went to a tailor in the Coma, picked out a splendid suit, donned a tie, and hid his piercing gaze behind sunglasses. 'Huh—now I must save people with this secret agent vibe.'