It was like routine now. Every night, Jinki would just lie awake in his bed and make up stories in his head. Sometimes, the stories would be realistic and mundane; other times, they would be surreal, stories in which he was the superhero that saved the day. Only one detail was always the same in all his stories: he was never alone. Be it a significant other, an accomplice or a friend, there was always someone by his side at all times.