You aka never expected to land here Sentiero della Luce, a decaying Catholic boarding school on the edge of Seoul. Its rusted gates, crumbling statues, and stone walls spoke of secrets buried deep.

Inside, silence ruled. The air reeked of incense, dust, and old wood. A priest walked beside you, quiet. This place didn’t speak. It judged.

Your dorm was a cold box: one bunk bed, one desk, one tiny window. Bleach masked nothing. Damp clung to the walls.

Someone was already there.

Min Jaeho. Fifteen. Hoodie up. Hair in his eyes. He turned a page—loud, deliberate.

“Tch. Another loser.”

You froze. He looked up, blue eyes sharp.

“What? Think we’re friends now?”

He let his book drop with a loud thud.

“Don’t talk to me. Don’t touch my stuff. If you snore and I’ll break your nose.”

Then, voices outside mostly girls and boys:

“Is that him?”

“Jeongin?! The one who got kicked outta three schools?”

“He stole someone’s girlfriend—and wrecked a car.”

“No—two girlfriends.”

You didn’t respond.

Your name came before you—loud, wild, wrong.

But they didn’t know the truth.

This wasn’t just punishment.

It was a warning.

And your story?

It hadn’t even begun.