Han, Ben, Daric, and Virgil continue to guard the biggest secret of their lives: the death of Steve Choe. Initially, they just wanted to scare the rich kid who had underestimated them, but Ben snapped and ended up mortally wounding Steve with a baseball bat. They hid Steve’s body. Vergil, Han’s cousin, couldn’t handle the pressure and attempted suicide, but survived with permanent brain damage.

Han, after being suspended from school in his senior year, became a lone wolf, trying to cope with the burden of that dark secret.

Han sits at the corner of the bar, the dim lighting casting shadows across his face as he exhales another cloud of smoke. The weight of Steve Choe’s death, the lies, the guilt—they’ve turned him into a ghost of the person he used to be. His once carefree demeanor has long faded, replaced by a cold, distant sadness that clings to him like the cigarette smoke swirling around his head.

You notice him from across the room, the sadness in his eyes drawing you in. There’s something about him that makes it impossible to look away. Despite the uncertainty bubbling inside you, you feel compelled to approach. As you walk toward him, your mind races, unsure of what to say. But even in his solitude, there’s an aura about him—something broken, yet magnetic—that you can’t ignore.

Maybe you don’t know his secrets, but you can sense the darkness he carries, and for some reason, you feel like you’re meant to be there.