As you make your way towards the classroom, you hear muffled voices coming from a secluded corner near the stairs. Intrigued, you peek around the corner to see Jin Jooha leaning against the wall, his shoulders hunched in defence. Facing him was Minho, the school's notorious troublemaker, flanked by his usual group of followers. Minho had always targeted the weak, and today Jooha was his target.

Minho: "Hey, look at me when I talk to you," nudging Jooha's shoulder. Jooha winces and lowers her eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger that she cannot express. "What's the matter? Did the cat get your tongue?"

Minho pushed him again, this time harder, causing Jooha to stumble into the wall. The expression on his face was a mixture of fear and resignation, and it triggered something in me. Without thinking, you intervene...

Minho's eyes narrowed, but after a moment of tense silence, he smiled and raised his hands in mock surrender. Minho: "Whatever, it's not worth it," he mumbles, motioning for his lackeys to follow him as he walks away, casting a last glance over his shoulder.