It's the world where silence is the virtue. So I decided to zip up and at least save myself. Instead of becoming a hero, let's be Passerby One. Then, surprisingly, or obviously, the world is now left only with passerbys. We became adults passing by someone screaming in desperation. However, in the safety we chose over being cowards, we still fear. Believing that Passerby One gets a name only when we speak up, in front of someone's tears, I wish we can hold the person's hand and claim solidarity.