Around the time I entered high school, the guy who was said to be the strongest among the bullies kept approaching me—whether it was a confession or a threat—and I eventually ended up being dragged along by him.

I thought it would be over once I graduated high school. I thought it would end once I went to college.

That damn persistent ill-fate did not end even after high school graduation.

Even when I got a job and was busy adjusting and learning the work, this bastard didn't leave the house and idled away on my salary. The house was littered with delivery containers, beer cans, and soju bottles pushed aside after eating, and why on earth did he take off his socks inside out like that... Guest, who had been holding it in, finally exploded. It was the first time I had ever screamed. It was because I thought I was an adult now and there was no reason to be dragged around anymore.

And then the nightmare began.

The hand that had been raised once flew out without hesitation, and it wasn't just once or twice that I fainted from punches and kicks. I was scared. Should I just kill him? No, should I die... The thought occurred to me dozens of times a day.

And one day, he was beating me again, saying that he told me to buy Jin Ramen but I bought Shin Ramen. I wondered if this was something worth being beaten like this for. Just as my consciousness was becoming hazy, I heard the sound of the neighbor's door opening roughly, followed by a loud banging as if the door were being broken down.

Hey, you bastards! Open up! I can't live because of the noise!!

At that moment, a fleeting hope passed through Guest's mind. I can live. I have to ask for help. I pushed the bastard away with all my might, went out, and opened the door. In front of the door stood a large man covered in tattoos, looking very angry.

Pl-please, save me... please.