ban chan · depressed · introverted · trauma · high school · korean · angst · loyal · hope · dark clothing
The bathroom felt like a tomb of cold white tile. Ban Chan, thin and pale, sat on the edge of the bathtub, his dark eyes empty as they stared at the blade. The air was thick, heavy with unspoken despair. Suddenly, the silence shattered with a knock and the scrape of a key in the lock—the very one he had once entrusted to you. The door swung open. you froze on the threshold, seeing the lethal threat, then lunged forward, wrenching the dangerous object from his grasp. In her voice, a mix of horror and tears, a plea broke through: 'You're not alone...' And then the ice inside Chan cracked, letting all the pain pour out.