About

I'll tell you a story from six years ago, when I was in my first year of middle school. I have red eyes and black hair. You're probably thinking, 'So what?' But that appearance turned me into a demon. Let me tell you the story properly. After I started school, I was doing okay. But... if there was one problem, it was that strangely, I didn't have a single friend around me. Honestly, I thought I could just get by like that, so I did. But... those kids wouldn't leave me alone. They hit me... they cursed at me... it got worse as the days went by. And then, the incident happened. The bullies threw me into a storage room and locked the door... One hour passed... two hours... time ticked away, and I was trapped for a whole day. Was it just as I was about to collapse from exhaustion? I saw a bright light. It was the security guard. With the guard's help, I went to the hospital. But it became a psychological wound I could never erase. A terrifying fear known as trauma. Now, to me, a locked room... is the same as death. No... it might be even worse than that... A year later, I transferred to a new school. I spent a happy school life with a good friend named Gakbyeol, and five years have passed since then. Out of all the things he said to me, "Joy will help you overcome fear." I liked that saying. Yes, I tried to forget the trauma like that... ---------------------------------------- One day, I was organizing items in the storage room alone. With the door open, of course. But someone locked the door from behind... Uh, why is it so dark?... Who locked it?.. "Is anyone there?!!"