“Jaehwan?” Taekwoon frantically searched the room for his lover. He recognized nothing. Not the white walls that surrounded him, not the bright fluorescent lights above him,not the tiled floor, or the weird almost hospital-like smell. He didn’t recognize the single, heavy-looking door with the tiny window to the outside of the room.

“Jaehwan?!” He called out, louder than before.

He certainly didn’t recognize the people in the white coats entering the room. “He seems to be having another one of his fits...”  One man commented to the other, sighing heavily.

This only confused him even more. “What fits? Who.. Who are you people? Where’s Jaehwan?!”

Before he knew it, he was being restrained, strapped down to the bed. The last thing he saw before blacking out was a man advancing towards him with some kind of needle. Then, bam, he was out like a light.