Ever since Hansol was little, he despised rumors with every bit of his heart.

He remembered when he was a kid that once one person thinks of something, they spread it to another, and to another, and to another. Soon enough, this thought became the "truth" and this "truth" would hurt so many people.

Yet the one who started it wouldn't know.

They would plug there ears, cover their eyes, ignore whoever they've hurt. But the one thing that they won't cover is their mouth. They will continue to speak badly, trying to disconnect themselves from the victims, pretending that they aren't even human.

"Hansol, is that Seungcheol?" his little sister, Hangyeol, asks in English, tugging on his sleeve as they've entered the lobby of the airport. She points over to a familiar boy with black hair that stands out from everyone else due to holding a large, neon green poster with "Welcome to Seoul, Hansol!" in large, neon pink letters.

"Yup, that's him," Hansol couldn't help but chuckle in English before yelling in Korean, "Hyung! Over here!" and hoping that the boy would recognize his voice after years of Skype calls.

Seunghceol looks over, immediately brightening at the sight of Hansol before running over to him and roughly pulling him into a hug, crushing the neon poster.

"Jeez hyung, that's the first thing you do when you finally get to meet me in person?" Hansol laughed as he rubbed his chest from the rather harsh hug.

"Well of course penpal," Seungcheol cheerily pats the younger on the back, which ended more like slapping, "Come on, we have a lot to do before beginning a new school life!"

And that summer was the last normal activity he experienced before the game started.

He stared at the large campus in front of him.

Honnête Academy.

The most well-known academy for it's high academics and wordlwide experience of what education is like in different sorts of countries. It was diverse in classes, especially for languages, along with a wide variety of students with different ethnic backgrounds.

High quality campus, uniforms, and education.

Hansol felt both excited but anxious, seeing how current students were giving them a certain gaze before whispering something to someone besides them. He continued to stand proud though, knowing better than to think lowly about himself, although he couldn't help but admit that he was rather surprised that he was able to pass the test in order to get into the school.

Seungcheol and Hansol stayed by the gate with another transfer student, waiting for their guide that the counselors kept talking about. Well, might as well familiarize himself with the other transfer student.

"So I'm Chwe Hansol, a freshman, and this is my penpal Choi Seungcheol, a senior," Hansol trid to start a conversation as comfortable as possible.

"Oh, I'm Lee Chan, also a freshman. It's nice to meet you," Chan greeted happily, making Hansol sigh in relief on the inside as soon as he realized that Chan would be someone that he could easily socialize with.

"Nice to meet you too," Seungcheol smiled, then noticed someone coming over to them, "And I think our guider is here."

"Ah, new faces! It's nice to see some newbies here. I'm Lee Seokmin, a junior and you're guider until you don't feel awkward wandering around Honnête Academy anymore," Seokmin greeted with an easy-going smile. The older seemed to be bursting with life.

Emphasize 'seemed'.

Call it being too suspicious of new people or anxiety or whatever, but Hansol couldn't help but feel that something was off with Seokmin's smile. Well, he wouldn't know for sure if something was off with the smile unless he spent more time with him.

"...ollow me!" Seokmin then turns and walks at a quick but straightforward speed, which was good for Hansol since he zoned out on a majority of Seokmin's greeting and thus he could easily follow him. It did more bad than good for Chan due to his smaller stature, making him fall behind on he rather large steps.

After a while of simply following Seokmin and listening to his little tips on each room they passed by belonging to whichever teacher, the guider finally noticed a missing presence.

Seokmin looked rather confused, stopping at the basketball court by the main building, "Say, wasn't there a third transfer student? What was his name... Chan?"

Hansol widened his eyes in realization, panic flowing into his system at the thought of the poor boy being lost in such a large campus. He reacted rather rashly, saying, "I'll go retrace our steps and find him!" and before Seungcheol could protest, he had ran off.

The idea of leaving someone behind always bothered him.

He tended to associate such moments with the time he almost lost Hangyeol at the mall when she was only 4. Another more terrible association was how people always left behind the so-called "weak" just because they didn't want to become the victim too.

Once he caught sight of a confused Chan wandering around the main entrance to the main building, he sighed in relief.

"Cha-!" before Hansol could reach the younger by running to him, he ran into someone hard enough that both of them fell backwards.

"Ow...!" he hissed in pain as he sat up before noticing two things.

The first thing that he noticed was how the entire courtyard became quiet, the students gasping at the sight.

The second thing that he noticed was the person he had knocked down, who now had a newly gashed palm as he pushed himself to sit up.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! Are you okay?!" Hansol immediately forgot about the deadly silence, reaching over and grabbing the stranger's wrist to examine the gash more. This action caused the students to gasp even louder.

"I... I'll be fine... just be more careful next time..." the boy said with a soft tone, which contrasted greatly with his sharp facial features.

"A-Are you sure? This looks pretty serious..."

"I said that I'll be fine on my own." The blunt answer caused Hansol to flinch and loosen his grip. However, when looking up to the other's facial feature, he didn't see a cold face and glare to accompany with.

No... he saw the boy flinch slightly at his own tone, as though he had hurt himself instead of Hansol. Quickly, the stranger pulls away his arm as though he's been burned by something, before he stands up and walks away quickly.

He soon begins to realize and take notice to the students around him, whispering a variety of things relatiing to the same subject:

"That poor boy, he doesn't know who he's messed with..."

"Doesn't he know that he shouldn't mess with someone of his status?"

"I wonder what Mr. Fox's next letter will say after this incident..."

All of the students stop whispering once Seokmin claps to get everyone's attention, "All right people, back away from the scene! Nothing to see here, he's just a transfer student!"

Slowly but surely, the students walk away as Seokmin, Seungcheol, and Chan walks over to Hansol and helps him up.

"You okay there, Hansol?" Seungcheol asks worriedly.

"I'm fine, but I'm not so sure about the boy I crashed into... his hand had a pretty deep gash..." he murmured, then looks at Seokmin questioningly about the boy.

Seokmin sighs, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head, "He's Wen Junhui, a junior and actor from China. He was suppose to come at the same time that you guys were but ended up coming here earlier... Let's just leave it at that."

"Wen Junhui..." Hansol murmured absentmindedly. He then remembers the whispering, "Seokmin-ssi, who's Mr. Fox?"

The question made Seokmin freeze, making him more confused as to what was going on. The older awkwardly laughs, forcing a smile as he waves his hand off, "O-Oh, it's just a silly game called the Fox Game the students like to... play."

"'Fox Game'...? What's that?" Seungcheol asked, making Seokmin seem relatively burdened by the questions.

"I've heard about it. This anonymous guy called Mr. Fox gives letters to everyone each week, revealing a new round," Chan spoke up, making the older boys look at him questioningly. The younger seemed to realize a bit later before stuttering, "Er- I heard about it from students at a nearby public library."

"Well for now, let's forget about the Fox Game and get you guys to your lockers," Seokmin says quickly before turning to lead them into the main building.

Before Hansol followed the others, he turned back to look at the students that were in unnoticeable spots, continuing to whisper as though no one else notices their constant giggling and smirking. It bothered him greatly as to why they were constantly whispering to each other.

"Hansol! Hurry up!" Seungcheol yells from a distance, forcing him to tear his eyes away from the students and head into the main building.

 Il n'y a pas besoin de vous inquiétez.