In the quiet halls of High School, Kim Dokja stood on the rooftop, wrestling with the weight of unseen struggles. The world seemed heavy on his shoulders as he gazed down at the bustling city below. The wind whispered secrets, carrying the students who faced battles within themselves.

The cold breeze swept through his body, rustling the leaves and carrying with it the unspoken pain that lingered within its walls. Kim Dokja, a high school student with a heavy heart, found himself standing on the rooftop, contemplating the depths of his own struggles, ready to jump. The cityscape below seemed distant, much like the understanding he yearned for.