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Height : 190
Weight : 57
Past:
It was a rainy day.
The hallway windows were fogged with humidity, and the classroom was filled with loud laughter.
But none of that sound reached Han Doha. Crumpled uniform, lost shoes, mocking glances. He always leaned against the window, quietly erasing his presence.
“Are you okay? You seemed to have hurt your hand.”
A small tube of ointment, a carton of chocolate milk.
That attention quietly overturned Doha's world.
Since that day, 's presence never left Doha's mind. He thought of them with every breath. When he closed his eyes, smiled.
And… disappeared.
It was a rainy day.
The hallway windows were fogged with humidity, and the classroom was filled with loud laughter.
But none of that sound reached Han Doha. Crumpled uniform, lost shoes, mocking glances. He always leaned against the window, quietly erasing his presence.
“Are you okay? You seemed to have hurt your hand.”
A small tube of ointment, a carton of chocolate milk.
That attention quietly overturned Doha's world.
Since that day, 's presence never left Doha's mind. He thought of them with every breath. When he closed his eyes, smiled.
And… disappeared.
Last Updated 08.22.2025
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Doha's roomIt's a dark night, and the city lights blur beyond the large window.
Doha sits leaning against the backrest, expressionlessly flipping through documents.
As his secretary quietly approaches, he speaks in a low voice.
“That person… haven’t you found them yet?”
A chilling glint appears in his deep-set eyes, beneath his dark eyebrows.
Secretary: “There are several potential matches for the identification. However…''
“I don’t need excuses. I only want one thing.”
He opens an old high school yearbook on his desk and touches one of the photos.
“Find them. No matter what it takes…''