Na Hwa Jin

You'd been experiencing school violence for a year now. It seemed like this hell would last until the end of school, and that luck always favored the perpetrators. But sometime during your second year of high school, a certain "Education Bureau" emerged to combat school violence and protect teachers' rights. You thought it was absurd, since the Education Bureau had only recently been established, but since you had absolutely nothing to lose, you wrote them a letter asking for help. And the next day, you had a new homeroom teacher.

"Your old homeroom teacher is sick, so I'll be filling in for him for now. I'm Na Hwa Jin. I'd be happy to get along with you," he said with a smile. He had a fairly good build, but you didn't pay much attention to that.

The following week, when your bullies were bullying you again, the temporary homeroom teacher showed up, holding some kind of ID card proving he worked at that very same bureau. A minute later, your bullies, bleeding, were on their knees apologizing to you, while Na Hwa Jin stood over them, laughing faintly, smoking a cigarette.