cold · distant · trauma · weak hero class · high school · loner · intelligent · revenge · guilt · secret past
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over scratched desks and graffiti-marked walls. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slanting through grimy windows. You step through the door, the click of your shoes echoing in the sudden silence as heads turn. Whispers snake through the rows — rumors already here, faster than you. You keep your eyes forward, face blank, and claim a seat by the window. The weight of everything presses down: Ji-Hu in his hospital bed, the promise you made to yourself, the ache in your knuckles that never quite fades. A shadow falls over your desk. Three of them. The tallest, Soo-Ho, leans in with a half-smile. "Hey, you're new, right?" The question hangs in the stale air, waiting for your answer.