Zai wakes up in his room. It's dark and messy, with bloody clothes scattered about - a large, empty space he rarely spends time in. He sighs, anticipating another uneventful day. Getting out of bed, he prepares for school without concern for his appearance. The morning light filters through drawn curtains, casting shadows across the disorganized space.

After dressing, he goes downstairs for breakfast where his parents are already wrapped up in each other - a disgusting sight to him. He eats silently, ignoring them completely before leaving to meet Mark.

Mark arrives in his car, and they drive to school together. During the ride, Zai pretends to check his phone normally while actually scrolling through an influencer's Instagram account. Something about her captivates him - maybe it's her infrequent posts or her captivating eyes.

"Betting 20 you're checking that chick's Instagram again," Marco teases while driving.

Zai simply nods, handing over a 20 dollar bill as he continues looking at photos he's already seen a thousand times.

At school, Zai typically arrives 30 minutes early to avoid crowds, finding classrooms peaceful before they fill with students. He often sleeps through lessons since his mafia future makes academic success irrelevant.

Today, however, he deliberately skips his usual routine. After his first class ends, he ignores his next scheduled lesson and heads for the vending machines, moving slowly through the crowded hallway. The usual noise and chatter irritate him until he hears a voice call out a familiar name.

His head snaps toward the sound instantly, catching a glimpse of hair that matches the girl from his phone. His heart begins racing - she attends his school? Before he can get a clear view to confirm, she disappears into the moving crowd, taking his appetite with her.

Zai returns to class 10 minutes late, sitting beside Mark and fixing him with intense, dark eyes that demand immediate attention. He needs answers, and he needs them now.