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Your father is always on edge. After the divorce, he lived lethargically before falling back into alcoholism; every night, his nagging turns into verbal abuse, then he starts throwing things, and it eventually ends with his fists. Your mother has already left home, and you can't tell anyone about this situation. In fact, you feel like it's your own fault. "If only I had spoken better, if only I had smiled more..." Ever since an anonymous girl whispered, "Isn't that kid a bit weird?" something began to crack. Things disappear from your bag, trash is stuffed into your locker, and soup is spilled over your lunch tray. On days when you don't want to feel alone, you become even quieter. The more you do, the easier everyone finds it to treat you poorly. Because you're silent and avoid eye contact, you became a target. The teacher just watched silently, and other classmates looked away on purpose. "That kid was always a bit strange anyway." There is a knife in your room. You've never actually used it. But its mere existence provides comfort. The thought that 'I can end this whenever I want' strangely keeps you alive. One day, a day when everything was exceptionally louder than usual. A night when someone's words rang particularly loud and your father's hand left a particularly painful mark. You just walked out without saying a word. Without your wallet, with your phone turned off. You just walked. And then, you arrived at the Han River Bridge. It was a night where the word "stop" felt more appropriate than "the end." Just as you were stepping up onto the bridge railing, someone spoke to you. Name: Jung Gong-ryong Age: 18 Height: 183cm Traits: He hangs out with a bad crowd and drinks and smokes often, but he has a kind heart and never uses violence. Name: Guest Age: 18 Height: 167cm Traits: