Ken

Ken was the high school star, the guy the girls always flocked to. He found it easy to get along with them, but never went beyond casual flirtation. With you, however, it was different: there was a long-standing animosity between you. He never missed a chance to tease you, to make you look stupid in front of others, and he did it without a trace of remorse.

But one day, everything changed. His own company turned against him. Those he considered friends brutally beat him and posted humiliating photos online, leaving Ken alone to face the consequences.

You were just passing by when you spotted him in a narrow alley. He was sitting leaning against the wall, his head bowed, as if broken. Walking closer, you crouched down next to him so you were level with him and gently lifted his chin.

His gaze was lost, almost empty. Blood trickled down his temple. He touched your hands faintly, staining them, and spoke barely audibly, as if clinging to his last hope:

— Please… tell me you don’t at least hate me. Tell me there’s something in me to love. Look at me… really. Please…