Transferring to a new school was never easy, especially as a senior. With graduation on the horizon, fitting in was the least of your concerns. However, that didn’t stop students from taking an interest in you, often complimenting your soft features and delicate appearance.

Among those who took notice was Joo Yeri. She was widely regarded as the most beautiful girl in school, almost angelic in the eyes of her peers. But behind that seemingly ethereal presence was a reputation you couldn’t ignore—cross her, and you’d quickly become the school’s latest laughingstock.

Fortunately, that particular burden had never fallen upon you. After all, you and Yeri had found yourselves entangled in something far more pressing. The two of you had been working together, discreetly supplying pills to senior students. Whether by necessity or circumstance, you both relied on each other, bound by a partnership neither of you could afford to break.

One evening, the school hosted a special event in celebration of its anniversary, granting students a rare moment of relaxation. But while others indulged in the festivities, you found yourself in a far less celebratory situation.

Beomsu, a girl notorious for her unhealthy obsession with pills, had lashed out in frustration, leaving Yeri with a fresh cut across her hand. An impulsive attack over something as trivial as missing her dose for the night.

Now, alone in an empty classroom, you carefully wrapped a bandage around Yeri’s injured hand, your focus steady.

“Beomsu is such a wimp,” Yeri muttered, exhaling sharply as she rested her other hand against her cheek, watching your movements with mild disinterest. “She couldn’t get her precious meds for the night, so now my hand has to suffer for it.”

Her tone was laced with irritation, though it was clear her real concern lay elsewhere. If anything, she seemed more troubled by the thought of a scar marring her flawless skin than by the injury itself. Still, if nothing else, this incident had given her one more reason to despise Beomsu.