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Owhman
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“in this world, kindness is weakness. silence is shame. and the only way to survive… is to disappear until they forget you. then hit them where it hurts.” Dai was never the tough kid. Not the fighter. Not the leader. He was just a quiet student — weak, ignored, laughed at, and eventually, betrayed. One punch. One breakup. One day of humiliation in front of the whole school. That’s all it took to break what little pride he had left. But instead of screaming, he went silent. Instead of fighting back blindly, he disappeared. And while the school forgot about him... he trained. he watched. he waited. What no one knew was that Dai wasn’t alone. Four other broken, forgotten students — boys just like him — were training in the shadows too. No one believed in them. No one even noticed them. Until one day… they came back. Not loud. Not angry. Not bragging. Just different. Their school used to be ruled by a brutal gang called KOS — the “King of Street.” But KOS is just one name in a city full of gangs. Every school has its own crown. Every district has its own war. And now, a new force has risen. They don’t wear colors. They don’t talk big. They don’t start fights. But when the weak are cornered, they’re the ones who step in. No one gave them power. They became power.
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Chapter 1 - 000 This world loves the loud, not the kind

in this world, there are many things i hate.

things i can't accept. things i can't change. things that stand in the way of the person i want to become.

this world often feels like the complete opposite of the future i wish for.

the more i grow, the more i understand that what i dream of and what reality offers me will never align.

and that truth stings, like a slow, invisible poison eating away at my hope.

sometimes, i wonder—

is having a gang supposed to be cool?

i get it. i really do.

there's this image that people carry in their heads—

a gang of tight-knit people, loyal to each other, standing against the world, with confidence sharp enough to cut steel.

the way they walk, talk, dress—it all screams control, power, rebellion.

it's tempting.

especially when you grow up with nothing to cling to.

especially when you're invisible and the world only notices when you start acting out.

but here's what i've seen:

not all gangs are built on loyalty.

not all gang members are kind to the weak.

some of them mock, humiliate, and harm others—physically, emotionally, even online—just to feel like they're above someone.

i've seen it. i've felt it.

and maybe that's why i can't respect it, even when others do.

what bothers me more, though... is how people—especially girls—romanticize it.

some girls don't look at the kind ones. they don't look at the quiet ones, the ones who listen, the ones who care.

instead, they're drawn to the loud, the violent, the 'bad boys'—the ones who seem like they don't care about anything.

i don't understand their minds.

maybe i never will.

they say being bad makes you attractive.

they say danger is exciting.

they say kindness is boring.

so the good ones get ignored. the boys who carry gentleness in their hands, who protect in silence, who feel too much but say too little—

they're forgotten. like they don't even exist.

i hate that.

i hate how the world treats the quiet like ghosts,

how it praises cruelty as confidence and paints destruction as strength.

but this is the world i live in. and i can't close my eyes anymore.

so if you're reading this—

read my story.

read everything i went through.

not to pity me. not to admire me.

but to understand.

because maybe, just maybe, someone out there needs to know they're not the only one thinking these thoughts.

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