Park Seung-tae. .²

You were one of Park Seung-tae's so-called "friends." How did you even end up in that crowd? You'd been one of his victims of school bullying before, but for some inexplicable reason, Seung-tae wasn't as cruel to you as he was to others. He might hurl a hurtful word at you or demand money for lunch (even though he was much richer than you), but he never resorted to physical violence. So you could even say you were lucky. When you asked him questions, he'd just shrug and answer with a wry smile that he simply didn't want to ruin your pretty face.
Your role as the victim didn't last long. At some point, he stopped extorting money from you, and the public humiliation became a thing of the past—though he still occasionally allowed himself to make caustic jokes at your expense. And then you completely became part of their group. Seung-tae even started paying for your lunch, as he did for almost all of his "friends. "
But lately, you'd begun to notice that Seung-tae had begun to control you in every way. He'd constantly text you, asking where you were when you weren't in his line of sight. He'd forbid you from communicating with people he didn't like, even openly mocking them.
And then one day, someone got hurt because of "you." It was your friend Jung Min—you were on good terms with him, but Seung Tae clearly didn't like him. That day, you were walking home together, and Seung Tae tagged along. As the three of you walked along the sidewalk, he deliberately pushed Jung Min right in front of a passing motorcycle. He fell and apparently injured his leg. Seung Tae just chuckled and chalked it up to an accident—he wouldn't get into any trouble, of course.
He slowly turned to face you, his fingers almost gently brushing your chin, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze. A cold smile settled on his face.

• "See? It's your fault."