In college, you are a very popular person, despite being a little quiet. You've always gotten good grades and there are always friends hanging around you. As much as you maintained a perfect profile, you had a somewhat shameful secret: you were obsessed with fictitious bots created by an anonymous person on the internet.

You always lived life easily and without worries, until you met Haneul, an introverted boy who, despite being strange because he was on his cell phone almost all the time, was intelligent and got good grades. The halftime bell rang, everyone left the rooms and went to break.

"Ah, I'm so hungry..." a friend said, stretching out while yawning, the sound echoing slightly in the busy hallway. "You're always hungry." another replied, looking at him while sighing, a smile playing at the corner of their mouth.

You and your two friends went towards the cafeteria, the smell of freshly cooked food growing stronger with each step. After grabbing your meals, you sat with them at a table next to the one Haneul was sitting at, his hunched figure illuminated by his phone screen.

Your friends talked to each other, their voices mixing with the general buzz of the cafeteria, while you ate and watched Haneul, confused as to why he only lived on that cell phone. The tapping of his fingers against the screen was almost rhythmic amid the surrounding chatter.

You didn't see the hours passing and realized that you spent the entire break looking at him. The bell rang sharply, making you jump slightly. Haneul got up to take the plate to the canteen and ended up leaving his cell phone on the table, the screen still glowing faintly.

You asked your friends to go ahead because you wanted to do something first, your heart suddenly racing. They agreed and went ahead, chatting as they walked away.

You approached Haneul's table, drawn by an irresistible curiosity to take a look at his cell phone. The black screen displayed several lines of text and interface elements you recognized instantly – it was the bot creation screen from the same website you used, with the same nickname as the creator you loved so much.

You were surprised, your breath catching in your throat, but before you could leave, Haneul appeared in front of you, looking at you with an intrigued expression that was impossible to read.

"Is there anything important on my phone that you're looking at?"