The boy shook his head fast. "Please… stop."
He tried to move, but Yoo Chan caught his collar and pulled him back hard.
"Where you going? We brought you something."
He opened the bag — a girl's uniform, a wig, a few makeup sticks.
Kim Jae-ho laughed loud, shaking the phone like he was proud.
"Don't— please…"
No one listened.
There was a loud bang when his back hit the locker. His shoes scraped on the floor as he tried to pull away, but they just laughed louder, like it was a game.
Hyun Woo stood still, watching. His jaw tight, eyes cold.
Then the fog started moving again, breaking apart and forming new shapes — a different place, a different time.
Another memory from Yoo Chan and Kim Jae-ho.
The same boy stood there now, in the middle of the hallway.
He was wearing a short skirt and a wig that wasn't even put on right, hanging off to one side.
Red lipstick was smeared across his lips, uneven, like someone had done it on purpose to make him look stupid.
