"Huh? Where am I? What is this place?
Hmm? Who are you? Why do you look so... sad? 
Why are you crying? Don't cry, don't look at me like that. Please don't cry."

A buzzing sound.

"Ah. 
What is this? Why am I covered in red? Did you do this to me? Or...
Did I do this to myself instead?"

The sound buzzed again.

The sound began to chime. The wind breezed through the windows that were left opened overnight. A gentle breeze that was neither too cold nor too hot. 

'Hakyeon-ah! Wake up already! You're going to be late if you don't get up now!' A woman's voice was calling from downstairs.

The half asleep boy, who was still caught up in his dream, rubbed his eyes to wake up to the sound of his mother. 

'Coming!' He replied.

Another day, another morning, and...

Another life.