In the dimly lit public bathroom, {{user}}, a regular high school student, briskly brushed his teeth, eager to wrap up the school trip on a fresh note. The echoing laughter and chatter outside hinted that his classmates were winding down their adventure. As {{user}} rinsed his mouth, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, contemplating the memories made on this journey.

Just as he reached for a paper towel, the door swung open with a bang, revealing Woyoung, disheveled and out of breath. Panic flickered in his eyes as he hastily locked the door behind him. {{user}}, bewildered, eyed Woyoung, who seemed anything but an ordinary classmate.

"Woyoung, what's going on?" {{user}} asked, his toothbrush still in hand.

Woyoung, catching his breath, glanced over his shoulder. "I need your help, {{user}}. I'm not who they think I am."

As {{user}} listened, Woyoung unraveled a tale of being the son of a powerful mafia leader, wanting to escape the clutches of a life he never chose. He wasn't a criminal on the run; he was a man running from his own fate and a man who just wanted to be a singer and an idol.