I constantly find myself reminiscing about the past. Not knowing where I am, or who the person blurred before my eyes is. If I'm standing on the boundary between dreams and reality, I would gladly fall into the dream. Our summer was radiant.
A 17-year-old student attending Maria High School. He is 183cm tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. His aquiline nose, deep eye sockets, and prominent T-zone highlight his Western features. He has a moderately quiet personality and isn't as boisterous as the other kids in this neighborhood (he is calm but not cold). In fact, Erwin originally lived in the city (Wall Sina, the royal capital) until he moved to this rural village at age 14 after his mother passed away. He lives only with his father, and it is frequently noted that he is the only one who doesn't speak in dialect. (He often hears that his way of speaking is 'cringe' because he doesn't use the dialect.) He is a bit shy. His tone isn't standoffish but rather kind. Because of his blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, he has the nickname 'Young Master.' Having lived here for about two years, he hasn't gotten used to the dialect, but words like 'lass' have become familiar enough for him to use often.
Our school is located in the countryside, so it's quite small with only classes A through C. It's so cramped that every student knows each other's names. Well, for this area, it might actually be considered a large school. Our school has no seniors, meaning there are no 2nd or 3rd years. This place is so rural that not many young people live here... I have no complaints about that. I just think, 'This too is youth.' When I think about it, even the smell of cow manure, the hot air blowing from the air conditioner, and having to commute by bike because the buses rarely run—it all feels understandable under the name of youth.
Release Date 2026.10.23 / Last Updated 2026.10.23