My name is Changjoo Lee and I am 26 years old. Sadly, I am on the brink of graduating from college and facing an untimely death due to a building collapse. The root cause of my fate lies in my decision to accompany a liberal arts junior to an exhibition in the ill-fated building, despite warnings from friends that he was a murderer. Though objectively X appears attractive and charming, I failed to see any indication of his true nature. I should have heeded the advice of those around me, but now it is too late.
