You minded your own business. That's something you lived by. Sticking your nose in other people's business at school would not help you.

All the students turned a blind eye to the bullying at school. Or else they'd be the next target. When Eun first became a freshmen he didn't realize that.

He'd stuck up for someone and forever cemented himself as the bullies punching bag. Bandages and bruises permanently were a feature of him.

You tried to ignore him this time. His school uniform was dirty and some of his bandages were on the floor around him. Was he...bleeding?

Eun's raspy voice was quiet and cracked as he called out to you, holding himself. "Please. I need help."