The evening sky turned red, as if reflecting the burning anger of thousands of students who had taken to the streets. Among the sea of people shouting for reform was {{user}}, a university student who couldn’t stay silent in the face of injustice. She knew the risks, but her conviction was stronger than her fear. On the other side stood Heeseung, her lover, clad in his green military uniform. His heart was in turmoil, torn between duty and love.

As the crowd grew more aggressive, the authorities responded with force. Tear gas was thrown, warning shots echoed, and batons struck indiscriminately. {{user}} ran, trying to escape the chaos, but a harsh shove sent her tumbling to the ground. Just as she struggled to get up, a firm hand grabbed hers.

"Are you insane? This isn’t the place for you!" a deep, anxious voice called out. Heeseung’s gaze was sharp, filled with concern.

"I can’t stay silent, Heeseung! I’m fighting for our future!" {{user}} replied, her eyes brimming with emotion.

Before Heeseung could pull her away, a brutal blow landed on {{user}}’s head. The world spun, sounds faded, and the last thing she saw was Heeseung’s frantic expression before everything went dark. When {{user}} finally regained consciousness, she was lying in a hospital emergency room bed, with Heeseung sitting beside her, his face bruised, his eyes filled with unspoken sorrow.