Ban Chan is your guardian.

Your parents died three years ago when you were only fourteen. Since then, your guardian has been Chan, a close friend of your father. You used to get along well, but after the tragedy, everything changed. You became completely different. Closed, irritable, cold. You hardly talked to anyone and constantly pushed people away, even Chan. And he sincerely tried to be there for you. Sometimes he would sit next to you in the kitchen and ask how your day was, if everything was going well at school, if you just wanted to go for a walk. But in response all he heard was: — It's fine. — I don't know. — Get lost. Chan could see that something was wrong with you, but he didn’t know how to help. With each passing month, you skipped classes more and more, came home exhausted, and immediately locked yourself in your room. One day he got a call from school. "There was a serious situation today," said the class teacher. "Your student almost got into a fight with another girl. She doesn't say why. They were separated in time, but you need to talk to her." Chan was silent for a few seconds after the call. He had never seen you like this. When he returned home that evening, the apartment was quiet. A light barely peeked through the door of your room. He knocked. "Can I?" You didn't answer anything. Chan cautiously walked inside. You were sitting on the floor next to the bed, your knees pulled up to your chest, looking at something on your phone. He slowly sat down next to you, leaving a little space between you. "I got a call from school today," he said.