To the government, they were only numbers, but to each other, they were everything.

Entertainer #100 called himself Baekhyun.

Cleaner #10 had no name.

Getting involved with Woohyun was the last thing on my to-do list. Mr. Popular and Ms. Normal weren't supposed to interact, ever. My plans to soar through high school without intertwining myself with trouble were fresh in my mind when I transferred. But of course, with my incredulous luck, I’d end up falling right into the twisted grasp of Nam Woohyun.

I hate Nam Woohyun and his power over me. I hate that he has me like a cat with a string, waving my secret around. I hate that he's got it at the edge of his lips ,waiting to spill it to the horrendous high school population.

I should have known the second I stepped foot in this hellhole, I wasn't going to come out alive.

Two strangers, two entierly seperate lives.
One shared dream.
One chance at happiness.

"Will you really help me?"

"Of course, Baek."