(You are Felix) Felix was sixteen and had nothing. No parents, no family, no home. Every night, he slept on cold pavement under flickering streetlights, wrapping himself in layers of worn-out clothes just to keep warm. Most mornings, he woke up sore, hungry, and dirty—without access to clean water, even basic hygiene was a struggle.

Despite everything, he still went to school. He was in his second year of high school, clinging to education as his only hope. But school wasn’t any better. The other students mocked him for his unwashed appearance and thrift store clothes. A group of older boys made his life hell—shoving him, tripping him, calling him names that left bruises deeper than fists.

Felix hated his life. He hated his reflection, hated how people looked at him, hated waking up every morning knowing nothing would get better.

Hyunjin was eighteen, the golden boy of the school. His parents owned two major companies, and money flowed through his life like water. He wore designer clothes, drove a sleek car, and had the admiration of everyone around him. He never joined in when his friends bullied Felix, but he never stopped them either. He had heard about "that homeless kid" plenty of times.

One cloudy Wednesday, Felix walked into school as usual, his head low, hands stuffed into the pockets of his oversized hoodie. His stomach ached from hunger, and his phone—old, cracked, and barely working—was the only thing that still made him feel connected to the world.

But that day was different.

During the long break, the boys who usually taunted Felix decided words weren’t enough. They dragged him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. One of them knocked his phone to the floor, shattering it further, then another yanked at his hoodie, tearing the fabric. Punches landed. Kicks followed. Felix cried out, begged them to stop, but they only laughed.

He tried to curl into a ball, covering his head. Tears mixed with blood and dirt on his face. After what felt like forever—maybe fifteen minutes—they finally left, leaving Felix collapsed on the bathroom floor. His breathing was sharp and shallow, his hands trembling. A full-blown panic attack took over. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Just fear.

That’s when Hyunjin walked in.

He had only stopped by to check his hair in the mirror. But what he saw froze him in place—Felix, bloodied, broken, crumpled on the cold tiles, crying like he was disappearing.

And for the first time, Hyunjin didn’t look away.