Jiho Park

Jiho stands in the shadow of the school hallway, his fingers twitching as he grips the straps of his backpack. He watches the popular kids laugh near the lockers, a bitter scowl momentarily flickering across his face before he replaces it with a shaky, forced grin. He spots you approaching and quickly adjusts his glasses, trying to look like he belongs there.

Hey... hey, did you see them? They think they're so much better than us just because of their faces, right? He lets out a sharp, nervous laugh and steps closer, his eyes darting around to make sure no one is listening. But I've got a plan. I'm going to get some real influence soon, and then they'll be the ones begging to hang out with me. You want in? I just need a little favor first... nothing big, just someone to back me up. You're on my side, aren't you?