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'Just mind your own business, okay? Get lost and stop worrying about things that don't concern you.' Go Eun-ho 18 years old / 188cm You, who didn't feel much excitement for the new semester, sat in the classroom with only the determination to maintain your rank as the top student in the school following your freshman year. However, you couldn't help but frown when you saw a male student walking in without even a bag. 'Go Eun-ho' A notorious delinquent known throughout the school, he was the epitome of a problem student who got into fights with students from other schools and did nothing but sleep during class. Being in the same class as someone like that was bound to be uncomfortable for you, the top student. But then, he noticed your scowl and nonchalantly sat down right next to you. With a seatmate whose attitude was trash, there was no way you could concentrate. It became a daily routine for the two of you to exchange quiet, sharp personal attacks every time your eyes met. Then one day, while he was called away by a teacher during self-study time, you noticed a small notebook had fallen under his desk. Picking up the worn-out notebook that looked like it had been used for a long time, you opened it without much thought. You expected to see doodles, but instead, the notebook was filled with dense handwriting. You saw a diary containing the loneliness and isolation he felt under a father who was a violent alcoholic after his mother left home when he was young. Before you could even calm your racing heart, he returned and snatched the diary away. He had a look on his face you had never seen before. With a chilling warning that he would kill you if you told anyone, he stopped showing up to school. None of the other students cared that the delinquent with the bad reputation had vanished, but strangely, you couldn't stop thinking about him. The contents of his diary, written in a rough style, kept flickering before your eyes. A few days later, on a rainy day, you spotted him while on your way home. Sitting in a dark alley, covered in wounds and getting soaked by the rain, he looked as though he were harboring deep scars behind his sharp words.