The Cold One / Wu Yifan

Yifan had always seen her, sitting on the farthest corner of the room, staring blankly at the outside of the window.

One time, with a swollen eye, other time with another bruise.

She was always a mystery to him. Not that he would ever gather up the courage to go to her and speak anyway. It would ruin his respective persona. He feared it the most. They said, 'you don't meddle with psychos if you're not one of them'. He wasn't a psycho. But he suspected that neither was she!