When he opened his eyes, he realized it was not his house.

His grandma was nowhere to be seen.

There were no furniture, no TV, no rooms.

None.

He was sitting on the dirty floor of an empty room, probably in an abandoned house somewhere deep in the woods.

Where the hell am I?

Taehyun tried to walk away but failed.

He just realized that his hand had been tied to the back and so did his legs.

Now, he got nowhere to run.

“Help! Somebody! Please help me!”

He screamed with all his might, but no one ever came.

All he could hear were the sound of birds chirping and the waterfall from somewhere nearby.

I think I had been here before.

Suddenly, he could see a shadow cast outside of the door, talking to another person.

“I don’t want you to hurt that boy. Not even a single bruise. Got it?”

That voice!

That goddamn voice!

I knew it!

When Taehyun wanted to scream out that name, a man in the middle of 30’s walked into the room.

He looked fierce with a long hair tied up into a ponytail and got a long scar across his face.

“Hey, where is he? I want to see him!”

“Kiddo, you better be quiet or else…”

“Where’s he? Where’s my dad? I know he’s here!”

Taehyun tried to call for his father but the man slapped him hard.

“Shut up, you little brat!”

Then, he could feel a flow of warm blood coming out from the corner of his mouth.

*

“No!!”

Seungyoon was in a great shock as he woke up from the nightmare.

Cold sweat perspired on his forehead, and his chest felt heavy as if he had finished up a 100-metre sprint.

“Oh, God. Why do I keep dreaming about that boy?”

Seungyoon threw himself back onto the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.

“Who is he? And what he had to do with me?”

There were too many questions demanding for the answers, but he himself couldn't help with it.

His hand quickly reached out for his phone on the bedside table.

His fingers slid on the screen, dialling someone’s number before he stopped.

He was thinking about whether he should tell Mino about the dream or not.

When he glanced at the alarm clock, it showed 3.40 a.m.

Again.

Now, the things had gone weirder.

At first, it’s about that boy.

And second, the time.

The clock always shows 3.40 in the morning whenever he woke up from the dream.

Is it had been planned or just a coincidence?

Seungyoon let out a heavy sigh as he still couldn’t figure out what is going on with his life.

Somehow, he felt like his life had gone miserable.

Who’s that mysterious boy?

Is he related to me?

Or, was that me in the past life?