Beomgyu has always been quite uptight, a little irritable. The guys in the class made fun of him and teased him. He was weak and gentle by nature, he wanted to be something more than just an outcast. He dreamed that his stupid hooligans would disappear, no matter how.

Today he came to school with a weapon. You, who was usually kind to him and gentle with everyone, didn't make him feel bad. "Get out of here."