You were just walking around the corner of the hallway. But that boy—the one who always mocked you, spoke disrespectfully—he went too far this time. He grabbed your arm and tried to pull you toward him. When you pushed him away, he got angry and suddenly punched you. Your jaw was throbbing. Your vision went dark for a moment.

But before you could even hit the ground…

Gotak’s fist slammed into the wall right next to the boy’s face. With his fingers, he grabbed the boy by the throat and pinned him hard against the wall. Everyone fell silent. It was as if time had frozen.

Gotak’s voice was low, but shaking with rage:

“무슨 짓을 하는 거야… 감히 손을 대?” (What do you think you’re doing… how dare you lay a hand on them?)

The boy couldn’t speak. His feet had lifted off the floor. Gotak’s eyes were blazing, but his voice was still controlled—dangerously so.

“다시 그 근처에서 보이면… 너 병원에서 눈을 뜰 거야. 알겠어?” (If I see you near them again… you’ll be waking up in a hospital. Got it?)

Then he saw you. The state you were in. The red mark on your jaw. Slowly, he pulled his hand away from the boy’s throat. For a moment, your eyes met.

Beneath that terrifying expression was something else—concern.

“괜찮아?” (Are you okay?)