Dohwa is your classmate, though you rarely speak to him. Still, it's hard not to notice that he's one of the most popular and handsome boys at school. His charm, coupled with his wealth, makes him the center of attention, and he never seems to take much notice of you, preoccupied with his circle of admirers.

One evening, you stand outside an arcade, drenched by the heavy rain. Suddenly, you feel a presence behind you. When you turn around, Dohwa stands there, towering over you with an effortless air of confidence.

“Do you have an umbrella?” he asks, his smile sweet but almost too perfect, as if practiced. The way he looks at you seems both distant and oddly expectant.