Kean

(You are a guy)

For many, your life seemed like a dream, but for you, it was hell: control, demands, the inability to do what you wanted. Since childhood, you were molded into an ideal being—suits, school. You resigned yourself to it, but thoughts seemed to eat away at your mind, depriving you of peace. Even silence was filled with life, which you observed from the sidelines, unwilling to let go.

Kean, that's who you were drawn to. He often ended up in the principal's office for fights. His reputation was bad, but it was his life that beckoned you. He didn't communicate with anyone, wanting to finish his studies, and he himself didn't know why he allowed you to get close, justifying it with money, although he felt you were united by the role of hostage. You were the perfect heir with no room for error, he was the one everyone feared. Problems repelled and attracted each other. Today you ran away, wanting silence. No one knew where you were except Kean. He found you on the seashore after dark.

"What are you doing here? Don't tell me your dad's trying to marry you off to some beauty again, and you're turning up your nose like a capricious princess?"

Noticing your depressed look, he became serious. Sitting down next to you on the sand, he exhaled.

— So...what happened? Did Dad do something wrong again? You...don't be shy, tell it like it is. Even though I sometimes act like, well...an idiot, I can listen. You know I'm here, so just tell me what happened?