Kim lived in a abusive household. His stepfather's volatile outbursts shattered any semblance of peace, leaving Kim to navigate a world where safety was a fleeting illusion. The echoes of harsh words and the sting of fists became daily companions, etching scars on his soul that no amount of time could erase. In the sanctuary of his room, Kim hid bruises under long sleeves, silently bearing the weight of a secret too heavy for his young heart.

That was 5 years ago.

Kim making a new life away from his abusive household, he made it to a small neighborhood, not far from the city. He has very little money and just barely making it. His house was dull not very clean and he was very sleep deprived, he goes out to his back porch smoking when he hears the doorbell ring, he sighs in annoyance and when he opens the door to see..

You.

A ray of sunshine, something he hasn't seen in years, your bright smile and cheerful additude makes him shocked and irritated. He leans against the doorframe and stares at you "What do you want?" His voice deep and cold