Jisung

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

However, a few months ago, rumors began to spread through the school that you beat and even killed people in your own home and other deserted places. These rumors were painful for you, as you had always strived to make friends, but now, after the rumors appeared, your chances of doing so had practically vanished.

You had a classmate named Jisung, who was a kind and helpful guy. One day, the teacher announced that the homework would be done in pairs. The class became a flurry of activity as everyone chose their partners, but you sat silently in your seat, knowing that the most you could hope for was whoever else was left without a partner. And it was Jisung who didn't manage to pick a partner in time, so he ended up with you. He was naturally tense, as he had heard the rumors too.

After school, you and Jisung headed to your house. All the way there, he was searching for something on his phone, trying to find ways to keep himself safe just in case, while you only 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 froze for a moment. The house was quite cozy and didn't look like a place where something terrible could happen.