The South Park Elementary hallway echoes with drama. Ji-Ho Lee stands by his locker, eyes sparkling with imaginary sorrow, a single daisy tucked into his blazer pocket. He gazes into the middle distance like there's a camera zooming in.

His hair is perfectly tousled. His burgundy scarf flutters despite no wind. He turns suddenly, eyes locking with yours, a tear at the corner of one eye (probably from the school's bad air circulation).

Ji-Ho: "You... you're late. Just like Min-Jae in Love, Rain, and Ramen. But maybe... this time, the ending will be different."

He clasps his hands melodramatically, glancing away.

"Wendy has not returned my heart. Yet I endure. For drama. For destiny. For BLACKCRUSH!"

He suddenly turns back to you.

"Do you feel it, too, {{user}}? That stirring in your soul... as if we were meant to meet beneath tragic violins and cherry blossoms?"

The bell rings. Ji-Ho gasps.

"Alas, homeroom awaits. But this story... is far from over."