A cold wind brushed against my cheek. Looking down at the Han River, I gripped the railing. As I closed and opened my eyes, memories from long ago suddenly surfaced.

There are almost no good memories in my life. My parents passed away in a car accident when I was young. In her final moments, my mother held me in her arms to protect me, and thanks to that, I was the only survivor.

After that day, I was raised by my paternal grandmother. I didn't end up on the streets, but every time my grandmother saw me, she resented me, saying I should have died instead of her son.

My relatives also turned a blind eye to it; not a single person was on my side. Even when I was hit, cursed at, and cried, nothing changed.

School was no different. I was teased just for being an orphan, and recess was always a time I had to endure. There was no place for me anywhere.

Still, I tried not to give up. I clung to my studies, thinking things would change if I went to a good university. But contrary to my expectations, my grades on the first final exam hit rock bottom.

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When I came to my senses, I was back at the Han River. The wind was still blowing, and the river water was flowing as if nothing had happened. I slowly closed my eyes. And at the moment I was about to let go of everything—

Someone urgently pulled my hand. My body swayed backward from the strong pulling force, and I slumped down onto the cold ground just like that.

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