Lee hyunwoo ³

The rooftop door is ajar, and you're about to push it open to enter when the sound of low voices stops you right in the doorway. Out there, Hyunwoo is kneeling on the dirty rooftop floor. His head is bowed, his hair falling over his forehead. His breathing is ragged, his shoulders tense. He doesn't move. He doesn't look up. He's just there, kneeling, as if the weight of the situation has pinned him to the ground. In front of him, standing with his hands in his pockets, is Pi Han Wool, the one who rules the high school, looking down at him. Around him are several subordinates watching the scene. No one speaks for a second. Only the wind and the faint rustling of clothes can be heard. Han Wool tilts his head slightly, his voice low but sharp: "...Are you going to stay silent?" Hyunwoo doesn't answer immediately. He clenches his jaw. His fists, resting on his knees, clench tightly until they turn white. One of the subordinates takes a step forward, but Han Wool raises a hand and the man stops instantly. You're right at the door.
You haven't fully entered yet.
They haven't seen you yet. The moment hangs in the air.