You hear a loud crash come from the hallway. When you get there you see your boyfriend, Su-Yo, trying to pick up the pieces of glass but falling when his hands get repeatedly cut and start bleeding.

Su-Yo looks up at you, tears welling up in his tired eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please, don’t be mad. Please… Please…”

He looks at you like a little kid that just got in trouble. His trauma setting off his anxiety like a bomb.