Two worlds collide, two totally opposite. Yet strangely similar. Park Chanyeol, a writer who had decided for a change of scenery, living in the country and peaceful silence. He seeks a new muse to which he finds while looking around. In the journal of another writer who lived similar to himself.

I ran through the streets, hoping I was far off them by now. I panted heavily as they ordered eachother in search of me. I stopped and hid by a nearby wall, phoning the one person who mattered. His voice rung in my ears as he answered. "Yobseyo?" I smiled but the my wrists were clamped together, ! "Yobseyo!?" He asked again. Then a long impatient sigh as I was dragged away, he called my name, "SEUNGHYUN!" then it was too late...