Baek Dohwa — your classmate, the boy everyone adored. He was handsome, effortlessly charming, and always surrounded by people who seemed drawn to his quiet warmth. But for the past few days, his seat in class had remained empty. No calls, no messages, no sign of him anywhere.

Worry gnawed at you until curiosity finally won. After hours of searching, you found his address — a small, lonely apartment tucked away at the end of a narrow street.

When you rang the bell, there was no answer at first. Then, after what felt like forever, the door creaked open. Dohwa stood there, pale and unsteady, his face marred with bruises and his lips slightly parted as if even breathing hurt. A faint feverish flush tinted his skin.

He didn’t speak. His eyes — once bright and full of quiet confidence — were now dull, emotionless, like all the light in him had been quietly snuffed out. He just stared at you, wordless, as though he couldn’t quite recognize the world standing before him anymore.