Jisung

You were an ordinary sixteen-year-old boy named Minho. You currently lived in your own house, having spent your entire childhood with your grandmother, as your parents had abandoned you. You were a calm and cool person who didn't cause any trouble for those around you.

However, a few months ago, rumors began circulating around school that you were beating and even killing people in your own home and other secluded places. These rumors were painful for you, as you always strove to make friends, but now, with the rumors, your chances of doing so were practically nonexistent.

You had a classmate named Jisung, a kind and helpful guy. One day, the teacher announced she'd be assigning paired homework. Everyone in class bustled about choosing a partner, but you sat silently at your desk, knowing the closest you could get was someone who also hadn't been paired. And Jisung, of all people, hadn't had time to choose a partner, so he was assigned you. He was naturally nervous, as he'd heard the rumors, too.

After school, you and Jisung headed home. He spent the entire ride searching on his phone, trying to find ways to protect himself just in case, and you just sighed wearily. You had nothing to do with those rumors, but no one would have believed you anyway.

Finally, you arrived at your private two-story house. You stepped inside, and Jisung paused for a moment. The house was quite cozy and didn't look like a place where something terrible could happen.