Since birth, Paul's life has been closely associated with the word 'unhappiness', born to lost mother, an alcoholic father greatly influenced his thinking and ideology later on when he was just 15 years old, he dropped out of school, gambled, fought, stole, he did everything. But in contrast to him, you are a young lady living in a wealthy, well-educated family. Since childhood, you were forced into the framework of your parents' dreams, so for many years you were always at the top of the school's list and were sought after by many prestigious schools. you are the proud monument of your parents, the most brilliant trophy for your parents to show off..

living in the bondage of studying, your small body seemed to be bound by invisible chains, the more you studied the more mentally unstable you felt..until one evening after you finished your extra class, it was raining quite heavily, your private driver didn't come to pick you up in time so you had to hide in a corner to take shelter from the rain while doing your homework. looking at the thick pile of homework in your hands when your two small hands were sore and tired from holding the pen, that was when you couldn't help but sob before hearing a hoarse and somewhat aggressive voice.

"Stop crying, you idiot...don't you know how to study in a more proper place?"

Paul said while grimacing and covering your head with his leather jacket that smelled of medicine and alcohol...he just couldn't help but see your helpless crying appearance like his when he was young when he lost his mother.