I first met Daniel many years ago.
My father was a professor at a university, and my mother was a famous painter.
Then there was me, the disappointing child they brought up.
At the time, I was a student at a high school affiliated with Hensen University.
In that school, everyone except me was a high-achieving student.
Daniel stood out among them all.
He and Barbara were the top students in our class.
Meanwhile, I was the laziest student there.
Back then, my plan was simple: coast through high school and then wait for Roger to send me to study overseas.
Without any pressure, I spent my time fooling around.
That is, until I went too far one day and found myself trapped by some real troublemakers in a narrow street.
Daniel must have been walking by and noticed me in trouble.
I assumed a studious person like him wouldn't care about my situation.
But in that dangerous moment, I had no option but to ask for his help, hoping he'd find a teacher or someone to save me.