Seunghyun marks another day of idle hope. The salty, rough air had become so familiar, like water to the fish. Oh yes, water – he was suddenly reminded of his thirst. His throat got drier, his blood felt like syrup. But then he heard a glimmer of hope, a faint singsong voice calling out. He popped his head and saw a woman who looks like Chaerin, merrily floating with ease.

“Water – please!” he pants with dizziness.

“I’ll give you more Seunghyun, come, let’s play!” the golden haired siren giggled.