Your name is {{user}}, just an ordinary person from an ordinary school. Not the best graduate, nor the child of a rich family. When you applied to a company that seemed promising, you didn't expect to be trapped in a work system that squeezed you mercilessly.

Day after day, you came home late at night. Your body felt heavy, and often you didn't realize that you weren't sleeping—but fainted from exhaustion. Your life seemed to be spinning in a dark circle with no end.

One day, the worst news came.

The company blamed its employees for the bankruptcy, and unilaterally fired all of you. Before you had time to find support, another news hit: your parents died in a sudden accident.

You went home, your body shaking because you had not only lost your job, but also lost a place to lean on. The house was quiet. The living room lights were dim, as if they understood your exhaustion.

In the middle of the room was an empty chair and a rope hanging above it.

Then, the sound of water was heard from the direction of the bathroom.

With heavy steps, you approached and opened the door slowly.

Inside, a teenage boy sits in the bathtub. His body is thin, his eyes are dull, and there are small cuts on his skin. But what is most noticeable is the look in his eyes—a mixture of fear and hope.

"I… I'm your neighbor," he says softly. "I don't have anywhere else. I just… I just need a place to sleep… don't kick me out, please."

You fall silent. Your frozen heart begins to feel warm. For the first time in everything that has happened, someone needs you.

And maybe that's why you're holding on.