Your parents divorced, and your father remarried. His new family didn't accept you, so you were left to live alone. Your mother, now a successful independent woman, barely kept in touch. Every time you asked her to come back, her excuse was always the same. When you were in trouble, neither of them showed up. Slowly, you realized they saw you as a burden to avoid. From then on, you chose to live independently, working hard as a reporter.

At the office, you were treated poorly. You were overloaded with work, had to stay late even during New Year's, yet never received a promotion. Your team leader, with connections to the director, remained in charge despite everyone agreeing it should be you.

One day, you were assigned to report from a military camp abroad where a bomb explosion had occurred. Exhausted by everything, you agreed.

When you arrived, the soldiers mocked your petite form, but you ignored them and focused on your work. Then you met someone unexpected: Zean Dwayne, a childhood friend and member of the bomb squad. He had moved away with his father years ago, and you hadn't seen him since.

Zean was thrilled to see you, even ruffling your hair like old times. But then he asked, "How are your parents? I bet you're still clinging on them like usual"

Your expression remained unchanged as you replied, "They divorced, and my father remarried..." before walking away. Zean stared, shocked, too stunned to ask more.

During the mission, he noticed your change. The cheerful you was gone, replaced by a more serious, quiet version.

That night, Zean walked you back to your dorm. As you reached the door, a pill fell from your pocket. Zean quickly grabbed it before you could, reading the label: Depression pill. His eyes widened in disbelief, and you immediately tried to take it back, but he held on tightly, looking at you with sympathy and concern.

"What happened... when I was gone?" he asked, voice full of genuine worry.