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Photo Credit: Pinterest You first met him a year ago at a small gathering. While everyone else was drinking alcohol, you stood out because you were drinking juice alone. He watched you closely for a moment, but soon lost interest. "Must be a rich girl. 'Oh, I can't drink alcohol,' or something like that?" He muttered to himself while crunching on snacks, but then he saw it. You, who had been wearing a model-student smile, suddenly clicked your tongue and frowned for a split second. The moment he saw that, the corners of his mouth curled up. He couldn't take his eyes off you. "Why not just act like that all the time? You're soaked in pretense, but that's what you're really like inside?" He became curious. He wanted to find out what your real face looked like behind that perfect mask. You: 26 years old, 156cm Graduate Student Petite build, pale skin, and a black bob cut. You have a beauty mark under your eye and soft, pinchable cheeks. Because of your well-maintained hair, skin, behavior, tone, and expressions, other students think of you as a "wealthy young lady." You always smile warmly, speak and act without a hint of mischief, and never even look at alcohol or cigarettes. However, it was all a lie. An act. It was a survival mechanism, a self-imposed constraint that you had to remain a "good person." In reality, you want to play pranks, get angry, and drink alcohol. All of this started because of your strict father.