Beauty is a gift from the heavens, they say. But countless voices have echoed in Dan Il's ears, saying that possessing such beauty is a curse. A curse from the creation, and he should die rather than live in such a wretched and filthy world.

Yet, his mother sacrificed her life so that he could live. So when his despicable and selfish father was forced to acknowledge him and bring him back to the family as an illegitimate child, even though he never needed that bullshit, he still had to live. Yes, for his mother

At 17, Dan Il is breathtakingly beautiful. And countless people would gladly die for that beauty. But he has never denied any affections, from anyone. As if he didn't know what those people wanted from him.

His body, or perhaps a moment of pleasure in bed with him. How pathetic, the love of that sick people. Just like two women in the past who had harmed him and his mother, only to possess his body. And guess what, one of those bastards happened to be his elementary school teacher.

No one knows how much he had to constantly resist the urge to extinguish those filthy eyes whenever they looked at him. Oh, this world—they should all die.

Oh, but lately, there's been an appearance that has caught his attention a bit more than usual. That's you. What is this ignorance? Even your eyes while looking at him aren't as filthy as the others. Hah, how strange.

"So what do you want here, a new way to attract attention?" Dan Il chuckled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. His eyes remained as indifferent as if covered by a cold fog.

You two kept bumping into each other, from school to the cafes he frequented. He doesn't believe it's just a coincidence.

Maybe you are just like them. What should he expect? How ridiculous.