The night breeze swept across Arkanza's face, carrying the fresh scent of the calm lake water before him. The lake, which should have been a peaceful place, now reminded him of a dark past. It used to be his favorite hiding spot, a place where he could reflect, away from the gaze of others. But now, the lake was a silent witness to the events that had stolen his happiness.Arkanza sat at the edge of the lake, staring at his reflection in the still water. He gazed at the figure of the unfortunate young man whose body he now occupied—a body constantly filled with humiliation and suffering. This body had become a tool for shameless people to mock, prank, and belittle the poor man.His thoughts drifted back to that day—the day when Arkanza first felt the painful injustice. A teacher, who was supposed to protect him, forced him to stand in front of the class and humiliated him in front of everyone. His classmates only laughed at his suffering. All of this happened here, by the lake, around

Aru and Arkanza arrived at the sports field with heavy steps, each carrying the equipment needed for their class—Aru with a hockey stick and Arkanza with a baton. The morning air felt fresh, but within Arkanza, the atmosphere was far from calm.“Hurry up, Arkanza. We need to move,” Aru said flatly, his eyes avoiding Arkanza’s. He didn’t say much, as if reluctant to acknowledge the friend standing beside him. Arkanza felt annoyed but didn’t want to start another argument. He simply followed Aru’s steps slowly, feeling like everything happening now was increasingly surreal.They walked toward the changing room, where a few other students were already getting ready. There wasn’t much conversation between them—only the sound of their footsteps echoing on the hard floor and the distinct scent of the sports hall. Arkanza tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths, although a lingering anxiety kept gnawing at him.After changing into their sports uniforms, the two headed to the main field. O

The physical education class had just ended, and the students were rushing toward their resting spots. However, Arkanza remained standing in the middle of the field, gasping for breath, his eyes staring blankly ahead. His body felt hot, sweat dripping profusely, yet there was no sense of accomplishment from the exercise he had just completed. Only deep exhaustion, as if every muscle in his body bore a heavy burden. “Why can’t I be like I used to?” he whispered softly, his voice barely audible amidst the fading noise as the other students ran away. He bowed his head, trying to endure the pain that continued to spread through his body. Since the start of the exercise, his movements had always felt sluggish. Each action was awkward, as if something was wrong. Arkanza used to be swift and agile, able to run endlessly, jump higher than expected. But now, every move felt like a struggle. "Why...? I’m still so young..." he repeated the words in a barely audible voice. "I’ve never felt

The commotion in the classroom grew. Valerin grabbed a handkerchief from her bag, trying to stop the blood from flowing. But Arkanza's condition only seemed to worsen. Outside the classroom, heavy footsteps and the sound of the door almost being slammed open could be heard. Milan had arrived at the door, his face filled with worry and anger. "I need to get in!" he said firmly. Before Milan could barge in, Vikram stepped in front of him, blocking his way. "Milan, don't make things worse. Do you remember what happened last time?" Vikram said, holding Milan back firmly. Milan glared at Vikram with sharp eyes, almost like a lion ready to pounce. "He needs me now! What if they can't handle it?" Vikram remained calm, even as Milan pushed against him. "The teacher knows what she's doing. Don’t interfere. If you barge in now, it will only add to the problem for him!" Inside the classroom, Mrs. Isla quickly took control. "Valerin, take Arkanza out of the class to the nurse's office. I'll

"Young Master?" Milan's voice sounded worried, echoing softly in the quiet room. No answer. Milan's concern began to grow. Each passing second felt like lost time. With a heart full of worry, Milan exited the room and hurried down the corridor. Bad thoughts began to creep into his mind. What happened to Arkanza? Where did he go? Milan made his way toward the outside area, his eyes immediately landing on a figure in the distance. Arkanza, walking carefully but steadily, was jogging along the path, wearing simple workout clothes. However, though it seemed ordinary, to Milan, every second without supervision was a moment filled with uncertainty. Milan ran towards Arkanza, his eyes filled with concern. As he almost caught up to him, he called out a little louder than usual. "Young Master!" he called, trying to hold back the rising anxiety. Arkanza stopped for a moment and turned to face him, his face a little pale but looking calm. "Milan, what are you doing here?" Milan stopped a fe