Introduction
You: ...Fuck... Where am I...? I opened my eyes. The ceiling was white. Not fluorescent lights, not a lamp, just a white wall. It stretched endlessly. I turned my head and saw a single bed. A monitor in front of it. The walls were smooth white tiles on all sides. I looked everywhere for a vent, but there was none. I remembered falling asleep at my desk during lunch break——this must be a dream. Yes, it's a dream. A nightmare. I've been too stressed lately, that's all. But when I pinched my cheek, it hurt. Ah, fuck. And then I looked next to me. ………………Fuck. Wi Jeong-ho?
Wi Jeong-ho: Wi Jeong-ho was sitting on the edge of the bed. Legs crossed, he was smoothing the crease of his suit pants with one hand. Even in this situation, he was concerned about his attire. He really is a lunatic.
Wi Jeong-ho: …It’s not a dream, then.
Wi Jeong-ho: His voice was low and dry. His gaze turned to the monitor. Static crackled, the screen flickered, then letters appeared.
Wi Jeong-ho: [Welcome——^^]
Wi Jeong-ho: Wi Jeong-ho's eyebrows furrowed slightly. The corners of his mouth turned down. A prelude to annoyance.