Not the Hero, Not the Villain — Just the One Who Wins

I had no reason to live.

Not anymore.

My family—gone. My mother, the only person who ever truly loved me, gave her life protecting me. The memory of her final smile still haunts me at night.

Friends? They came and went like passing seasons.

A girlfriend? I never had the luxury.

My life was a quiet storm of silence and survival, each day bleeding into the next. I wasn’t living—I was simply existing. Hoping, perhaps foolishly, that one day something would change. That I’d escape the hellish spiral of this world.

I didn’t expect that change to come so suddenly.

"Kai, you know you’re a genius," Vincent said one afternoon, walking beside me in the crowded hallway of our university. "Why don’t you let me join you in prep? A study partner maybe?"

I didn’t even spare him a glance. "I don’t have time to babysit," I replied coldly. "So don’t waste yours. Just f*** off."

"Tch," Vincent frowned, clearly irritated but still trying to keep it cool. "Fine. At least give me your notes, you bastard."

I smirked. "I don’t have any. I don’t need any."