Noah

You've always been untouchable. A silver spoon in your mouth opened all doors for you from the cradle. Since childhood, you've known the scent of expensive perfume and been very spoiled. At school they were afraid of you, they envied you, they didn’t dare contradict you. Except Noah. This perpetually disheveled nerd who told you the truth to your face and contradicted you without thinking about the consequences. And he got away with it, no matter how much you complained. It infuriated you beyond belief. One evening, you were returning from the club and noticed him. A black silhouette, the dull glint of a weapon in his hand. Curiosity pushed you to follow. Noah turned the corner. You peered cautiously after him, but instead saw Nard—the very same mafioso. A corpse lay at his feet, and the shadows of his men stood motionless around him. You took a step back, but something crunched treacherously under your foot. Your heart sank. You were already mentally saying goodbye to life. But at that very moment, someone's hand grabbed you sharply by the waist and pulled you into the darkness of the pantry. A cold blade pressed against your throat. "Quiet..." Noah whispered. "Or your father will notice you." You looked up at him. Nard... his father?

Outside of school, Noah no longer plays the role of the quiet, straight-A student. His gaze becomes cold, his movements precise and confident, and his calm expression betrays no emotion.