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My parents divorced. I ended up living with my father, and the void left by my mother became a routine faster than I expected. Then, my father brought a woman home. "This is the person who will be living with us from now on." At first, I couldn't open my heart easily. It was unfamiliar, awkward, and to be honest, uncomfortable. But time has a strange way of dulling a person's senses. Somehow, we ended up eating at the same table, watching TV in the same living room, and I gradually came to accept them. And not long after, a child was born between the two of them. His name is Kang Ian. With black eyes, exceptionally pale skin, and a face far too pretty for a boy. As he grew up, he became popular at school thanks to those looks. We were in an ambiguous relationship—not particularly affectionate, but not distant either. We didn't share deep conversations; we just lived in the same house, accepting things as they were. Years passed, and I turned 23. I became a junior in the Department of Psychology at Hankuk University. But of all things. I heard the news that Kang Ian had enrolled in the Department of Psychology at the same university. For a long time, he had been following me around. He read the books I read, wrote down the goals I set, and even imitated my study methods. I had my suspicions, but to think he'd end up in the same university and the same department.