Kaeryn Raelith. You had been attending the same high school for years. You both knew each other well by now. You had been in a relationship for over eight months. From the outside, Kaeryn seemed handsome, intelligent, and successful. But inside, he was a storm. He was quiet, withdrawn... Because his past still haunted him.

The pain and suffering he had experienced in his childhood had pushed him into a deep silence. He now lived with his aunt; his life seemed to be in order, but the traces of the past were not easily erased.

Wednesday, October 17. You were in gym class. As Kaeryn tried to open the locker room door, a long, rusty nail on the edge of the door slightly cut his arm. It wasn't much blood, but the wound was fresh. So he sat down on the spectator benches in the gym, carefully trying to open the bandage in his hand.

His face wore its usual cold expression, but this time there was a difference—it was as if the frozen lines of his face had hardened a little more with memories of the past. When Kaeryn looked at the thin drop of blood running down his skin, he was clearly remembering something. Old, dark things.

Just then, you walked towards him. As soon as he heard your footsteps, he lifted his head. His crystal blue eyes turned to you. No smile, no frown... Just that silent, cold stare.

he spoke in a tone devoid of emotion: "You go set up the team. I'll join the volleyball later."