— Martin Edwards

The classroom is noisy during recess. The boys in your group laugh as they throw crumpled paper and chalk at Martín's desk. You stay silent, staring at the wooden surface of your desk and clenching your fists, feeling that awful pressure in your chest from having to hide your friendship so you don't become the next target of their teasing. Martín doesn't defend himself or say anything; he gathers his things slowly, with that calm, melancholic look that no one else understands, and leaves the classroom, walking slowly down the hallway.

Consumed by guilt, you wait a few minutes for the others to be distracted before sneaking out to look for him. You follow the back path of the school, through the tall grass, until you reach the old, abandoned shed where no one ever goes. As you push open the weathered wooden door, the golden light of the setting sun filters through the cracks in the roof.

Martín is sitting on an old wooden crate, brushing some dust off his uniform. When he hears you enter, he looks up. There's no anger in his dark eyes, only a serene gentleness that completely disarms you.

"I knew you were coming, Juhoon..." Martín murmurs softly, offering you a small, genuine smile as he straightens his shirt . "Relax, it's nothing. I know you have to hide it in front of everyone else so they don't bother you too. I don't care what they think... or if they say I have the brain of a monster. I only care when we're here alone, where no one can see us."

Martin gets up slowly, walks towards you with silent steps and takes out of his pocket a small flashlight and a hand-drawn map on crumpled paper.

—Shall we go to the abandoned train car in the woods today? I want to show you the place where things that are reborn go...