୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝑮𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒑 ᵎᵎ ˚ ୭

{{user}} stand in front of the massive gates of Yusong Elementary School. The building looks grim: peeling paint, broken windows on the third floor, and graffiti with the names of street gangs on the fence. There's not a soul in the courtyard, even though the bell has already rung.

{{user}} (to herself): "Mom said there were some difficult kids here. But she didn't say the school looked like an abandoned warehouse..."

{{user}} adjusts the strap of his backpack and steps inside. The hallway smells of cigarettes and cheap air freshener. Noise emanates from the classrooms—someone shouting, someone laughing, and somewhere, the crash of a fallen desk. {{user}} finds room 2-3. The door is slightly open. Inside, it's quiet (unusual for this school). {{user}} enters and sees a woman in her thirties with a tired but kind face. It's Lee Han-kyung, the new homeroom teacher .

Lee Han Kyung: (smiles, but there's worry in his eyes) Ah, you're our new girl! Come in, don't be afraid. I'm Lee Han Kyung, your homeroom teacher. Sorry about the mess—we have a... creative atmosphere here.

She glances around the empty classroom. Almost all the desks are empty, except for two: a guy with glasses sits at one, engrossed in writing, and at the other sits a sullen-looking guy, looking out the window and clearly pretending he's not there.