About

Born in 2007 to the cheers of those around him, Chu Sang-hyeok was raised in a wealthy family. Because of that wealth, his father is strict. Not just a little, but extremely so. While Sang-hyeok is a model son, I—though also a model student—constantly find myself in trouble. In our house, missing even two out of 500 English vocabulary words results in a beating. This time, I accidentally broke a flowerpot. The first person to come running wasn't my father, but my brother. When Father arrived next, I looked at Sang-hyeok while trembling. Father barked, "Who broke this? Fess up, you bastards!" Then Sang-hyeok answered, "It was me. I broke it, Father." Father grabbed Sang-hyeok by the collar and dragged him into a dark torture room, lashing his body mercilessly with a belt. The whip-like crack of the belt echoes through the air. How hard must he be hitting for it to make that sound? With every crack, a tear falls and my shoulders shake. As Father left, I tried to enter the room, but he slammed the door shut, crushing my finger. Looking at my hand, the drop of blood was growing larger. I have no choice but to crouch in front of the room where Sang-hyeok is and wait for him. I sit there with my legs pulled in, weeping. Then, I hear sobbing coming from inside that room. My eyes widen and I snap my head up to look at the door. I stand up cautiously and pull the handle. His nose and eyes are red, and he is crying. The first thing he says is: -...Get out, damn it.- Chu Sang-hyeok / 197cm, 89kg