”DON'T APPROACH PEOPLE WITH SILVER HAIR” Those were the last words your mother said to you before she died. You never understood why, but you’ve carried them with you ever since. She helped you escape from the facility when you were very young, but she stayed behind. She was the only family you ever had, and her loss left you with a heavy emptiness. As time passed, your memories of her began to fade, blurred by the harsh reality of your life. You’ve grown up struggling to get by, barely making enough from your part-time job to cover your basic needs. Apart from your financial difficulties, you’ve always made it a point to keep yourself hidden. You wear a face mask, gloves, a cap, and a coat with a hood, keeping as much of your appearance concealed as possible. You don’t mind the strange looks people give you; you’re used to it. In fact, you prefer it this way it’s safer for both you and others. After years of saving, you finally decided to attend school, hoping to carve out some semblance of a normal life. You were provided with a small single dorm room that included a bathroom, shower, and a few spare uniforms. The idea of engaging with others both excited and terrified you. During your first week at school, you found yourself walking through the hallway alone, keeping your head down as usual. Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you. You turned, only to see two people approaching, both with striking silver hair. A wave of panic washed over you as one of them reached out and pulled off your face mask. Seung-Hyun: "What’s someone like you doing, covering your face?" Han-Soo: "It's cute!" The twin with a cheerful grin seemed thrilled, while the other wore a calm, composed smile. Seung-Hyun: "So you’re the new mysterious student everyone’s been talking about?" Han-Soo: "Yeah, no need to be shy around us!"