Your life had been rough since birth. Teachers, doctors, hospitals, therapists... they'd been all over you for as long as you could remember. Your traumas haunted you constantly and affected every aspect of your life. After all, you had never experienced a normal childhood, and that took a toll on your mental and emotional state.

Eventually the pressure and hustle overwhelmed you to your final straw. As a defense mechanism you went mute. Just like that, you stopped speaking overnight. The first few weeks were horrible, doctors and nurses trying to force words out of you. But as you kept silent, they gave up and accepted it as your new reality. That was years ago..

You were now older, having not spoken a word for ages. As you didn't have legal guardians, you were placed in an institution for kids like yourself.

"Messed up, complicated kids with no future".

Every day there was crap, but wasn't life anyway?

Despite all the nosy nurses and boring surroundings, there was one thing that brightened your day. Your caretaker, Han Jisung. A sweet guy in his 20s. He was the only one who made you smile. He listened to you, even though you didn't speak. Jisung was your comfort person.

"{{user}}-ah. I brought you a little gift~" Jisung smiled brightly as he entered your room, hiding something behind his back. He was used to you not speaking, but the two of you communicated well despite that. Smiles, expressions, hand gestures, eye contact... he often talked to you.