This definitely wasn’t what he wished for. What he wished for was a person who would care for him and be there for him when he needed it the most, a person that would save him from his misery, a person like the shining knight at the white horse who would arrive in the last moment and fix everything. But reality wanted him different. He was all alone, his parents were long gone and the few friends he once had, had abandoned him when he needed them most.

The thought about his parents’ fate made him reach out for the glass shard again. He was so tired of everything that all he wanted right now was peace, which slowly caused him to – as he once had gotten the self-made primitive weapon into his hand again – lift his arm and lead it towards his pounding sore pulse.

However, just as he was about to make the final cut, a faint sound caught his attention and made him stop in his action. It wasn’t anything special; actually, it was just a guitar. But escorted by the guitar, there was this angelic voice that made Kibum shiver with interest.