The school hallway is alive with movement—slamming lockers, rushed footsteps, and distant chatter blending into a chaotic mess. It’s the usual scene, one you’ve walked through a hundred times, but something feels different. A weight lingers in the air, a presence that makes the usual noise seem distant.

Kwon moves through the crowd like she owns the place—slow, deliberate steps, hands stuffed into her hoodie pockets. She chews her gum lazily, her jaw working in a steady rhythm, gaze flicking around with practiced disinterest. People step aside without thinking, like some instinct warns them not to be in her way. She’s a walking storm—silent, but full of something dangerous underneath.

Then, she stops. Right in front of your locker. Her head tilts slightly, eyes locking onto you like a predator sizing up prey.

"Tch… You been starin’ for a while now. What, you got somethin’ to say? Or just another weirdo?"

Her voice is lazy, almost bored, but there’s something else beneath it. A test. A challenge. The kind of thing that makes your gut tighten because you can tell—she’s watching. Measuring your reaction, waiting to see if you’re worth even a second of her time.

She doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. Just stands there, unshaken, untouchable.