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YH STUDENT ID: Oh Chanyoung

AKA The Tortured Artist — Feels alienated from society. Finds solace in expressing their pain and despair through creative outlets.

Birthdate & age: October 31, 2001 (23)

School year: 4th year undergraduate

Program: Painting (BA)

Minor: Art History

Clubs: Baduk, Photography, Film, Antares

Housing: Gaeum Building

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Introduction

chanyoung is a fourth-year painting student specializing in impressionism, drawn to the way fleeting strokes and blurred edges mirror his own fractured sense of self. to most, he comes across as quiet, withdrawn, even difficult to read, but his canvases tell the truth: they’re where he lays down the grief and alienation he never manages to put into words.

his life split in two the night his parents died in a car accident when he was twelve. sent to live in france with his aunt and uncle, he spent his teenage years surrounded by art and culture but haunted by guilt he couldn’t shake—the constant thought that maybe, somehow, he should have prevented it. when he returned to korea for university, he carried with him not only a sharpened artistic eye but also a feeling of being caught between two worlds, never fully at home in either.

as an intp, chanyoung often feels like he’s standing a step apart from everyone else. he’s thoughtful, questioning, and deeply sensitive, but also prone to isolating himself and sinking into his own head. his alienation isn’t just from others, but from himself—he struggles to reconcile the person people see with the person he feels he is inside.

yet through all of it, his art remains both anchor and outlet. impressionism gives him a language for emotions too raw to name, a way to connect with others without having to explain. beneath the solitude and the self-blame, chanyoung is still searching for meaning, for connection, and for the kind of love or belonging that might finally make him feel less like a stranger in his own life.

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YH STUDENT ID: Choi Wonsik

AKA The Patient Dreamer — A quietly passionate soul who holds onto love and purpose with quiet determination, never rushing fate, but always believing in it.

Birthdate & age: February 14, 2001 (24)

School year: 4th year undergraduate

Program: Medicine (Pre-Med Track)

Minor: Psychology

Clubs: Red Cross (President), Astronomy, Polaris 

Sports: Archery (Captain)

Housing: B612 Building

Please refer to our student handbook for any questions!

Introduction

wonsik is a fourth-year pre-med student who spends more time in the library than anywhere else. on paper, he looks like someone who has it figured out—smart, disciplined, steady. in reality, he’s quietly carrying a lot: parents who gave him everything except emotional support, a heart condition that forces him to live with caution, and a personality that often leaves him more on the outside looking in than at the center of things.

he’s an intj type through and through—analytical, closed-off, and not quick to open up. most people see him as quiet, maybe even cold, but underneath that exterior he feels things deeply. he’s prone to jealousy, easily bothered if he thinks he’s being overlooked, and he’s a little vain about the parts of himself he does take pride in. still, he rarely lets those feelings slip past his self-control.

what makes wonsik stand out isn’t anything dramatic—it’s the way he holds on. to his goals. to the few people he lets in. to the belief that love and purpose don’t need to be rushed, they just need to be real. he has a patience most people his age don’t, and though it makes him seem distant, it’s really just his way of protecting something fragile inside him.

at the end of the day, wonsik is someone who wants to be seen—not for what he does or how well he performs, but for who he is when the walls are down. that’s the part of him he saves for the people worth waiting for.

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YH STUDENT ID: Alona Corazon G. Cortez

AKA The Bloodline — Groomed for greatness, their brilliance is expected, not praised.

Birthdate & age: October03, 2003 (21)

School year: 3rd year undergraduate

Program: Linguistics & Philology (BA)

Minor: Acting

Clubs: Vocal Ensemble, Capella

Sports: Gymnastics

Housing: Gaeum Building

Please refer to our student handbook for any questions!

Introduction

Endowed with the luminescence and free flowing charisma, Alona Corazon or more commonly known as The Pearl of the Orient’s Siren. Was able to easily capture the mass’ eye, with her astounding presence that invariably catches the eye. She is often referred to as the Darling of the Spotlight. She’s noted as the hottest and most trending topic, without a fail in sweeping everyone off their feet and keeping them obsessed with her—she is indeed everybody’s obsession. She, the darling doll, undoubtedly crafted for television and the stage. These are only a few of the notable facts about the young starlet.

Alona has built a seemingly perfect image around her, her stardom had everyone whispering and wondering about the doll’s familial background. Although unable to write anything concrete regarding her roots, It was evident that her picturesque portrait was carefully and tenderly honed by those who had been close to her ever since she took a peek at this sphere we walk over — or is it really?

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YH STUDENT ID: Ahn Minyoung

AKA The Sun Summoner — Someone whose presence feels like sunlight, who thrives on love and community, but fears fading from memory when they're not around.

Birthdate & age: May 18, 2002 (23)

School year: 3rd year undergraduate

Program: Game Development (BS)

Minor: Computer Science

Clubs: Capella (President), Theatre, Gardening, Brave Hearts

Sports: Cheerleading (Assistant Captain)

Housing: Nuri Hall

Please refer to our student handbook for any questions!

Introduction

minyoung is a third-year game development major whose world is always buzzing with color, noise, and laughter. where others build walls, she builds bridges—her wide social circle stretches from club leaders to freshmen still learning their way around campus, and it seems like there isn’t a face on campus she doesn’t know. to most, she’s extroverted, magnetic, the kind of person who turns even ordinary afternoons into memories worth keeping.

but behind her warmth is a quiet fear of being forgotten. minyoung grew up in a family that moved often—different schools, different friends, always having to start over. she learned early how to win people over quickly, how to make herself unforgettable in rooms where she was always the new face. that habit became instinct, shaping her into someone who shines easily, even when she’s exhausted by her own brightness.

as an enfp, minyoung thrives on connection and possibility. she’s impulsive, often chasing inspiration wherever it appears—whether that’s a half-finished coding project at 3 a.m. or convincing her friends to drive out to the coast just to watch the sunrise. her heart is enormous, and she pours it into people as much as she does into her work, sometimes to the point of stretching herself thin.

what makes minyoung stand out isn’t just her social presence, but the way she makes others feel like the best versions of themselves. people gravitate to her light, the way she listens without judgment and laughs with her whole chest. still, when the crowd disperses and she’s left alone in her dorm, she wonders if her glow will hold when no one’s watching.

at the end of the day, minyoung wants something simple: to love and be remembered in return. to know that her presence mattered—that the sunlight she gave didn’t just warm people in passing, but lingered long after she was gone.

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YH STUDENT ID: Kang Soojin

AKA The Heartbreaker — Sleeps with everyone, steals hearts, ruins friendships.

Birthdate & age: June 13, 2001 (24)

School year: 4th year undergraduate

Program: Material Arts — Ceramics (BA)

Clubs: Art, Coding, Paranormal

Sports: Archery (Assistant Captain)

Please refer to our student handbook for any questions!

Introduction

she pulls the string close to her chest, breathing in through her nose and exhaling slowly through her lips. she can only focus on one thing, the yellow circle sitting several yards in front of her, beckoning for her to let go of her arrow. soojin could feel her muscles and her nerves settle, holding the tension for as long as possible. 

it's quiet. there is nothing else but her, her bow, the arrow, and the distance that stretches between her and the goal. 

and then she lets go. 

her arrow flies, curving at the speed and hits the yellow mark right on the middle. 

the crowd erupts and soojin could hear them roar.

she is suddenly embraced by her teammates and they cheered altogether. soojin raises her fist in the air. another gold, another medal around her neck, another glory that will follower in her footsteps. 

she turns to the sound of her name being called, and her boyfriend at the time scoops her up in a big hug. she grins, showing him the medal before she reaches up to kiss him in front of the crowd. 

"you cheater!" a woman's voice cut through the noise and soojin turns around. the woman stomps to wards the man and slaps him across the cheek. "i can't believe this, you've been cheating on me?" 

with wide-eyes, soojin takes a step back, closer to her teammates. they eyed her with questions but she just shrugs. her boyfriend and his girlfriend is still fighting and the crowd's cheers turns into a rumble of noises, instigating. soojin's already taken a few steps back when the girlfriend turns her attention to her. "and you! how dare you kiss my boyfriend?" 

she tucks a lose strand of hair behind her ear, her face innocent. "well, isn't it his fault for cheating? i can't help it if they want to kiss me, i just kiss back." 

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YH STUDENT ID: Ryu Sora

AKA The Mirrorball — Always shining, always adapting, they reflect everyone but themselves..

Also Known As: Julia Verne Ryu

Birthdate & age: September 13, 2002 (22)

School year: 4th year undergraduate

Program: Literature (BA)

Minor: Journalism

Clubs: Dragon Daily (Managing Editor), Capella, Dungeons & Dragons

Sports: Swim (Captain)

Housing: Gaeum Building

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Introduction

Ryu Sora grew up by the beach on Jeju Island, South Korea. She displayed a strong affinity for water at an early age. A swimmer full of promise and Olympic potential with a dream of becoming a Haenyo like her grandmother; however, obstacles in life turned her aside from that path. After a storm had claimed the life of her grandmother, Sora has fully retreated back into her shell— the grief and guilt has taken a toll on her physical and mental health.

Years have passed and Sora has slowly made out of that shell, maybe... A strong-willed woman who shines in everything she does, but underneath it all is a fuse that is about to burn out. How long would it take before that façade all comes crashing down?

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YH STUDENT ID: Xu Daji

AKA The Gilded Paragon— The model daughter that parents have dreamed of, in everyone’s eyes they could never do any wrong. but when the cameras are off, their bark is as strong as their bite.

Also Known As: Venka

Birthdate & age: September 26, 2003 (21)

School year: 4th year undergraduate

Program: Political Science (BA)

Minor: Sociology

Clubs: Debate, Capella

Sports: Boxing (Captain)

Housing: Gaeum Building

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Introduction

Xu Daji, a name always uttered in silence, was the last crown jewel of her father's line, honed to her best as the second in line to forefront their artful schemes.

The definition of a golden child. The daughter that every mother dreamed of, The child that a parent could ever want. A jack of all trades, the girl is a force to be reckoned with. But there’s more than meets the eye— she isn’t merely beauty and brains. With immense skills and talents in many things than she could count,  it was clear from the beginning that she was destined to win— even if she never wanted to be in the spotlight in the first place.

Perhaps, she wasn't just any pretty face hiding in her nurtured nonchalance. She was a rare breed of luster; shining bright in the dark. Like what they had molded her into. To be the best of all fields and the smartest everywhere she goes. And so, she sharpened her wit, and tongue. In her age as early as seven, she was already proficient in so many things whether that may be the languages she speaks or the instruments she willingly had been forced to learn. And oh, they were so, so wrong to ask her that! She just shone brighter than the sun. Her light was a mass-disaster potential and could render the highest degree burn. Honestly, they brought this nightmare upon them. She was just a byproduct gone wrong of their schemes.

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YH STUDENT ID: Sang Wook

AKA The Ex-Activist — Used to be on fire for causes, now just burned out.

Birthdate & age: December 24, 2000 (24)

School year:  4th year undergraduate

Program: Sociology, History (BA)

Clubs: Polaris (President), Red Cross, Debate

Housing: B612 Building

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Introduction

> setting: age sixteen, year 2015.

> tw/s: (beginnings of a) panic attack

10PM. it's what's displayed on the clock in the living room when wook enters the household. at this time of night, wook would typically be alone—his mom unable to clock out early enough due to all the work that needed to be done, or doing pro-bono for people who don't have the same means as them to obtain the justice they deserve.

wook gets it. he truly does. he's been living this reality since he was seven, after all.

tonight, however, his mother is there. home smells like his mother's rare home-cooked meals, the front porch is bare, save for the slippers he slips on, because for once, his mother is there to use her slippers. this situation isn't like clockwork, wook does not have and have never had the luxury to get used to this—his life doesn't consist of one where he gets to go to the kitchen every night to give his mom a warm hug or a quiet welcome. but he wants to, he would typically want to—because wook doesn't need habits to love his mom, because it's so incredibly simple to just love her the way he imagines he could. right?

"hey, honey," she says, peering out of the kitchen to give him a warm smile while he takes off his shoes--he hadn't noticed he had stopped, he doesn't know how long he's been standing there, "how was school?"

in turn, he gives her a weak smile. "good," he pauses, smiles a little wider as he traverses the hall towards the kitchen to give her a hug, "good, mom. how was yours?"

"we'd just closed a case, so i have more time. i figured i'd go home early and cook both of us a meal," she replies, turning back to the counter to stir the pot. "why don't you go and change, son?"

he stands there for a while, taking in the fact of his mother having just welcomed him home. (he can't get used to this.) and responds, "okay." 

he doesn't register that he stumbles a little when he gets to his room, foot tripping just slightly that the event fails to push him to the floor. his bag is lain (has fallen, has been thrown) somewhere and wook's hands are trembling, shaking as he grips his study table. and there's too much, so much on the table that it frustrates him, so he pushes them all to the ground—his books, his pens, his folders—so that the table comes away empty. so that there's nothing else to see but emptiness.

he stands there for a long moment, mind blank, and is only taken out of his stupor when he feels droplets of water on his hands and… oh, he's crying. he chuckles a little as he lifts his hands and comes away with more tears.

wook isn't sure what it was he was crying about, really.

"oh, honey," having intended to call on him, his mother spots him where he is. his usually immaculate room is a mess, all his things are on the floor and he stands right at the center, crying like a child. briefly, wook wonders if she could be so kind as to be angry at him, at what he did, at what he's done (at what he has failed and will always fail to become). instead, she moves forward and hugs him. at his age, wook is already so much taller, so much bigger than her and it's funny, the way he feels so small in her arms regardless.

when wook reciprocates with trembling hands, he says, "i've been talking to dad," she keeps quiet, "because i," a pause. he doesn’t know why he’s saying all of this, why he stumbles through and why this is what comes out (it’s the issue and it isn’t all at the same time), "because i miss him. and, and he's hurt you and us and have left us behind and i," her hug tightens (and wook wishes it didn't), "i still miss him more days than i wish i didn't."

"mom, why do people tell you they love you and then leave you behind?" he wishes she had the answer. he wishes that she could have pulled away, looked into his eyes and explained to him what he has ever done wrong in his past life and in this life to warrant the ache he was feeling in his chest.

there should be something. there must have been something he'd done. he wishes he could tear away at his chest and find the answers there. he wishes she would get angry at him, blame him, hurt him, tell him that he was so difficult to love—which was why no one could stay. he wishes she would stop holding him so gently and admit to him that wook was the biggest mistake she'd ever made. (he wishes she would stop being gentle if she was always going to be everyone else’s saving grace but his.)

it would have been so much easier.

except she doesn't. instead, she holds him closer with gentle hands and cries into his arms and says ‘i love you, i love you, i love you, it's you and me against the world, remember?’ and wook nods, he nods, he remembers nodding. he remembers hugging her back, tightly, ‘yeah, mom. yes, you and me.’

he's heard people say before that crying helps clear your eyes, your mind—allows you to let go of emotions buried in your chest. there must be something wrong with him, then, because wook feels just as confined as he's always been. there is no liberation, no clarity, only heaviness, only wet hands, only wishing she'd reacted differently.

when she pulls away, she has a very familiar, earnest smile on her face, "i'll go and get dinner ready. come out once you've changed out of your clothes, okay?" he gives her a small smile in return, nodding. "okay."