He woke up almost twenty four hours later with one thing on his mind: 'Where's Saehee?' The room became caustraphobic but when the door to his room opened, he had high hopes that it was someone he knew. A nurse entered and his smile was washed away. Something wasn't right. His vision was blurry from the tears that he had subconciously shed but he was certain the numbers weren't a part of his figment of imagination.

And so, Mark screamed.

Eighteen-year-old Mark Tuan had just woken up from undergoing a long and painful surgery only to find red-coloured numbers hovering around people's heads. He wanted to believe it was just his imagination but something else told him otherwise when he couldn't see any numbers above his own.

He had watched a drama similar to his situation but Mark thought harder. Dramas don't come true. They're pure fiction.

So what was he suffering from?