Sayoung blinked through his blurry vision, wiggling his fingers. Yesterday, he had been scolded for getting out of bed. They had told him that the mysterious tubes connected to his body were keeping him alive and that he must not remove them. The people in white clothes grumbled as they strapped him down with those lines.

Was it true?

He blinked again, his eyes unfocused. They had covered his eyes with a thin cloth, saying that his eyes shouldn't be stimulated. It didn’t matter much to him—he couldn’t see anything either way.

"......"

The world without J was dull, and …