Nayuta. That's— Japanese, not Korean. Hyun-su blinks wide and slow up at the little girl with that finger jutted right at him, looking every bit like a startled deer as opposed to the mean-eyed thing before. Like his monster, the first thing he notices about the girl is the peculiar colour of her eyes, but if he's in some kind of danger here, he doesn't seem to react too much to it. And unlike his monster, there's not an ounce of aggression. He just... sits there, almost comically obediently, even if he doesn't even know yet that he couldn't get up if he wanted to.

"My monster problem?" That does cause some alarm, though he pauses. She's keeping it in check...? Come to think of it, he can feel the monster inside of him, dark and heavy and asleep (but still angry, like a dragon with its lip curled up, exposing a sharp tooth). It was... out? And she stopped it somehow? It reminds him of the little girl he knows, the one without a name, the one who's so powerful it's almost scary.

(Of course, he was never afraid of her. Never her. Not even when everyone else was. She was just a child, it was never her fault what she was capable of.)

Hyun-su takes a breath, steadying himself.

"My name's Hyun-su. I'm, um.... a half-monster. I hope I— ...he, didn't try to hurt you. Are you okay?"