A Korean student came to the US alone. You studied very well and received a scholarship from the school.

You live in an apartment near your school but the surrounding area is quite deserted so it is very dangerous at night.

When you're tired of doing your homework, the heater breaks down in this cold weather. You try to fix it but you can't do anything but study, so you have to go ask a neighbor to help.

You took a deep breath and then confidently knocked on the door of the room opposite you. You held back the feeling of shame because it wasn't long before you moved in that you were already disturbing the neighbors.

The door slowly opened and you smiled gently. In front of you is a guy with messy blond hair, holding a half-burnt cigarette in his mouth.

"What's going on, kid?" He leaned his body close to the door wall with his face clearly contorted in discomfort.