(Yuna and Kotoko sit on an old, creaky bench in the abandoned classroom, the dim lights flickering above them.)
Yuna: I knew this would happen… I have no idea what to do anymore… (Her voice is barely above a whisper.)
Kotoko (slams the desk, her voice shaking with anger): If you knew, WHY DID YOU DO IT?! Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?! Do you remember last time?! Wasn't it enough?
(Yuna doesn't answer. She just stands there, frozen. Her fingers tremble as she grips the hem of her sleeve.)
BAM!
(The door BURSTS open. A group of girls storm in)(their expressions are dark, filled with rage. Yuna barely has time to react before someone grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her backward.)(A fist of hair stays at Momo's hand)
Momo (mocking): Aww, look at this nerd. Thought you could outsmart me, huh?
(Yuna gasps as her scalp burns from the rough pull. She stumbles, but before she can regain her balance—)
SMACK!
(A hard slap across her face. The sting spreads across her cheek, her skin turning red instantly. She bites her lip, forcing back the tears.)
Girl 1 (laughing cruelly): Damn, Momo, you hit her like she's a fcking mosquito.*
Momo (grins wickedly): Maybe she is. A little pest who needs to be CRUSHED.
(Yuna clenches her fists, trying to steady her breath. But the moment she locks eyes with Momo, she knows. They know. They know what she did. They know she saw.)
Momo (leaning in, whispering against her ear): You saw, didn't you?
(Yuna doesn't answer.)
Momo (gripping Yuna's chin, forcing her to look up): You took a picture.
(Yuna's breath hitches. She feels the air leave her lungs. A slow, twisted smile spreads across Momo's lips.)
Momo: Where is it?
(Yuna stays silent. A mistake.)
Momo (suddenly grabs Yuna's wrist and BENDS it backward): WHERE. IS. IT?!
(Yuna screams as pain shoots through her arm. The girls laugh—loud, mocking, heartless. One of them grabs Yuna's phone from her pocket and shatters it against the wall. The glass screen cracks, pieces falling like dead stars.)
Momo: The more you make sound the more i get rougher .
Kotoko (shouting): STO...
(She barely finish her sentence) (Momo kicks Kotoko's legs out from under her, making her collapse to the ground.)
Momo (scoffing): Too much? No, babe, we're just getting started.
(The girls shove Yuna against the wall. One of them pulls out a bottle of ink from her bag and dumps it over Yuna's head. The thick, black liquid soaks into her hair, dripping down her uniform, staining her white shirt like blood. The strong chemical smell burns her nose.)
Momo steps forward, arms crossed, lips curled into a slow, venomous smirk.
Momo: "You really thought you were smart, huh?" (She waves her phone in Yuna's face, showing the blurry reflection of her own tear-streaked face on the screen.) "Taking pictures of me? Gonna run to the teachers like a pathetic little rat?"
(The other girls snicker, circling like predators. One of them, Naeun, kicks Yuna's ankle hard, making her stumble.)
Momo: "You should've stayed in your lane, freak."
(She reaches out, her manicured fingers grabbing a handful of Yuna's long, silky hair. She yanks it back, forcing Yuna's head up. Pain shoots through Yuna's scalp, but she bites her lip, refusing to make a sound.)
Momo: (mockingly) "Damn, your hair is actually really pretty. So soft, so shiny… I almost feel jealous." (Her smile darkens.) "Almost."
(Kotoko steps forward instinctively, but one of the girls shoves her back.)
Momo: (whispering in Yuna's ear) "You don't deserve to look this good when you're such a fucking loser."
(And then— the glint of a knife. A small, sharp blade flicks open in Momo's hands. Yuna's stomach drops.)
Momo: (grinning, voice sweet as poison) "Since you love sticking your nose where it doesn't belong… let me take something from you too."
(She grips Yuna's hair tighter and, with a swift motion, slices through it. Strands of hair fall like dying petals onto the dirty floor. Yuna gasps, feeling the cold steel scrape too close to her skin. The cut is jagged, uneven—her once long, silky hair now a mess of choppy strands, some barely reaching her chin.)
(The girls burst into laughter. One of them, Jiwoo, picks up a handful of the fallen hair and twirls it around her fingers like it's a trophy.)
Jiwoo: "Wow, Yuna! You should thank us. Now your hair matches your life—completely fucked up!"
(Yuna stares at the strands on the floor. Her chest tightens. Her vision blurs. She doesn't cry. She won't. But the burn of humiliation is unbearable.)
(Momo opened Yuna's bag and pull out her notes for exam)
Momo: Since ,you started to try hard for exam lemme do it easy for you (She tear a paper way then throws it in ground then stands over it )(She took the paper from the ground and hand over to Yuna)
Momo: Instead of memorizing it why don't you use a easy way ?? CHEW IT!!(Yuna stay silent)Momo: Didn't know you were deaf too .( A girl making Yuna open her mouth by holding her chin then put the paper into her mouth roughly)
(Momo clears her throat ) Momo: (her voice is sweet as poision) If i did something wrong forgive me .(all laughs and left)(Yuna's nails dig into her palms. Her face burns, her chest tightens. The ink is cold, sticky, making her skin crawl. But the worst part? The laughter. That mocking, merciless laughter. It drowns her, suffocates her, breaks her.)(Yuna drops to ground)
Kotoko: Yuna.....(breaks into crying)
Yuna: (collecting her books from ground and ran out all of students looking at her and saying ridiculous things)
( Yesterday Momo was stealing their next question papers so with a brave thought she took a picture who knows it will cost this much?)
(It's nighttime. Yuna sits in her room, staring blankly at the mirror. She hasn't eaten or stepped out since returning from school. Every time her eyes meet her reflection, tears slip out—silent, uninvited. With a heavy sigh, she shuts her eyes, trying to hold it all in.)
(Slowly, she rises from her seat and walks over to an old wooden almirah. She pulls out a worn-out album, her fingers instinctively flipping through the pages until they stop at the same picture—like always. A childhood photo, one of her best.)
Yuna (muttering to herself): "Why did you do this...?" (Her voice barely a whisper.)"You said I was fine the way I am... but in the end, you were just like the others."
(She exhales shakily, tightening her grip on the photo. Her eyes linger on it—a little girl with a bright smile, short height, full of life It's her . Beside her, a tall boy, but his face is burnt in the picture. The only thing visible is a tattoo on his hand—a letter, maybe a Y or an M.)
(She stares at the tattoo, lost in thought, before shaking her head.)
(A loud knock on her door)
Mrs. Kim (mocking): "Yuna, what kind of behavior is this? Open the door, or I'll break it down!"
Yeon Du (smirking, munching on an apple): "Omma, I told you. Your daughter secretly dated someone and got dumped—that's why her grades are so bad. But honestly, who would even fall for that face?" (Chuckles.)
(The door suddenly BURSTS open. Yuna steps out, her hair tied up messily. Without a second thought, she grabs Yeon Du's collar.)
Yuna: "You should be talking about yourself!" (Kicks him.)
Yeon Du: "Oh, that's it—you're going down!" (Lifts Yuna effortlessly like she weighs nothing, throwing her over his shoulder.)
Yuna (kicking and flailing): "AHHH! PUT ME DOWN, YOU STUPID PUNK!"
(Mrs. Kim's patience snaps, her voice booming.)
Mrs. Kim: "If you two don't sit at the table in TWO minutes, you'll be washing dishes next Sunday!"
(Yeon Du IMMEDIATELY drops Yuna onto the floor and bolts to the dining table.)
Yuna (groaning, rubbing her waist): "Ugh, my waist—YOU PUNK!"
(As they finally settle down at the table, Mrs. Kim speaks up.)
Mrs. Kim: "Next Sunday, let's go somewhere. What do you two think?"
(Both instantly brighten up, their earlier fight forgotten.)
Yeon Du & Yuna (excitedly): "Why not?!"
Yuna: "Let's go to the resort we saw yesterday!"
Yeon Du (disgusted): "Ew! No way! Let's go watch a cricket match instead!"
(Just like that, another fight breaks out, both arguing over their choices. Mrs. Kim watches, completely exasperated.)
Mrs. Kim (yelling): "ENOUGH!" (Silence.)"We're going to your grandmother's house."
(Instantly, their expressions shift from complaints to excitement.)
Both (grinning): "GRANDMA'S HOUSE?!! YES!"
Yuna; omma should i take the red dress? or the blue one
Yeon du: What if i buy a new shirt ? I didn't have a good one(face darkens)
(The family stars talking about picnic but do they know how much struggle a member is doing? do they have any idea ? if they came to know one is hiding a huge pain under all that smile and childish habits ? How blind are they? )
(After all the gossip and dinner, Yuna returns to her room—the same girl who always smiles, but tonight, not a trace of happiness lingers on her face. She looks like a shadow of herself, a lifeless body moving on autopilot.)
(She pulls out the band from her hair, letting it fall freely over her shoulders. Just yesterday, it shined under the light, but now, it feels dull and lifeless—just like her. She can't hold it in anymore. The dam breaks.)
(She collapses onto the bed, burying her face into the pillow, muffling the sound of her sobs. The door is locked. Her cries stretch for hours, but no one hears. No one knows. It's nothing new for Yuna—this silent suffering, this endless cycle. But tonight feels different. Her hair was special to her. And now, even that feels ruined.)
(Her cries echo in the silence of her room, but who knows how long she'll cry? Who knows when it will stop—if it ever will?)
(Screen fades black)