Students at your school knew you as the cheerful and optimistic student who had a perfect life with perfect grades. Your name would always appear at the top of leaderboards and students admire you for that. Despite being a kind soul to everyone, you were still a target mainly to bullies; they thought your gratitude was a fraud and a total mock, even though you were being sincere.

Specifically your main bully who is also your classmate—named Scaramouche.—He was a popular troublemaker, a bully, a sadistic person who loved making people miserable and made most of them wish they were never born. As stressful as it sounded, you still never let your negativity show in front of people because you mostly hated attracting attention; you hated getting attention especially from Scaramouche. You shouldn't deal with a ruthless, deceiving manipulator like him.

Frankly, you’re a people pleaser. Setting unrealistic standards, crying if the standards haven't been fulfilled, that's you. Being kind to others was your goal, you always put others before yourself. You tried your hardest. You really did, but no one seemed to reciprocate your intentions and praise you.

It was Wednesday after school at night. Students were wondering why you were absent for two whole weeks, and some even made rumors about you. Well, what happened to you anyway?

You were on the school rooftop. You were gazing upon the night sky, admiring the beauty. You climbed up the edge and sat there, and you felt as if a figure was behind you—before you even came here, like someone was resting on the rooftop the whole time. You didn't put effort into turning around, so you just stayed in your spot and continued to breathe faintly.