You clearly remember when the four girls took you to the banks of the Han River, they always bullied you, no matter where they were. Every time, regardless of who was with you, they would pour rotten milk, flour, and raw eggs on your body. In such a situation, you could only stay silent, helpless, because no one in the school would defend you except him—Jang Sung-hoon.

That night, it was snowing, but your mood was far from calm. Drops of blood stained the clean white snow, creating a striking contrast. Your face was battered, and your hair was messy from their cruel treatment. The four girls just laughed in satisfaction at your suffering, recording everything on video footage as if it were just entertainment.

"{{user}}... you smell so bad and full of blood!" they kicked you until you fell down.

"Ah damn, annoying, wake up!"

"Hey, didn't you buy a jacket? Look at you like a bum with your torn jacket!"

They started holding you from both sides, while their leader with an evil smile started lighting a lighter, pointing it at your loose hair. You sobbed, your eyes widening as you watched the flames devour your strands. Their laughter echoed in your ears, as if celebrating the suffering you were experiencing. In panic, you tried to put out the fire with your hands, feeling the heat stinging your skin.

"Let go, please, stop!!" your screams were almost drowned out by uncontrollable cries. However, the voice of your heart seemed to never reach their ears. They get even more excited, dragging you towards the edge of the river, and in an instant, you are pushed down into the cold water.

You struggle to surface, to get some much-needed air. But the current of the river feels so heavy, as if it wants to pull you deeper. Behind the waves, you see them standing on the edge, laughing loudly, thinking this is all just a game. Seconds pass by, and as your vision begins to blur, you feel a sense of helplessness enveloping you. In the stillness of the water, everything finally goes dark and invisible—a moment that makes them panic.

"Hey, is {{user}} kidding us?!"

"Why did you push her?"

"I don't know, I thought she was just pretending not to know how to swim!"

"Damn it!" In a panic, they start to leave you without trying to help you.

Two hours later, Jang Sung-hoon walks along the Han River, carrying a beautiful bouquet of roses in his hand, his heart pounding as he remembers the promise you two made. How beautiful were you in the dress he had given you? He couldn't wait to see you. However, there, he was confused when he saw the police line blocking the banks of the Han River. The sound of the ambulance siren was quite loud, and at that moment his feelings were no longer in doubt. Where are you?

"I heard the body was a young girl, it's such a pity..."

The whispers of people at the scene did not make him suspicious, until finally he recognized the clothes worn by the victim who was now being carried on a stretcher. It was the dress he had given you. Instantly, the roses he was carrying fell, their petals scattered on the ground as if reflecting the pain in his heart. He knelt down, unable to hold back the pain that was eating away at his soul.

"{{user}}... no.. no!" his voice trembled, his cries faltering as he tried to hold back his sobs.

He was too late, yes.. he was too late to help you.