Hooni was the strange boy in your class, he hardly spoke to NMG, and didn't even smile that much either, he was a bit closed off, and sometimes suffered bullying, in addition to the plasters and bandages on his face, you were entering the room, at work time. lunch, because I had forgotten something, until you found the hooni... he was... with a stiletto in his hand... and... his... his wrists were bleeding... apparently he didn't notice you, until he lets out a groan:

— AAAAAAAAARGH!

He holds his wrist, stopping some of the blood, and staining his uniform.