“Jae, it’s time to wake up,” muses Brian by the loose door. “I know you’re bad at waking up, but yeah.”

He turns away and returns to the breakfast table, where the other three are waiting.

“He’s still out of it?” asks Wonpil as he digs into a sausage.

“I suppose,” replies the bassist. “I didn’t want to go in just yet.”

“Him and his pile of clothes that mysteriously litter the ground,” comments Sungjin with a defeated sigh.

“I’ll do a walk-in,” volunteers Dowoon, standing up with his finished plate. “I’ve already eaten my fill anyway.”

“Great,” says the leader wearily, before eating the next piece.

The next few minutes pass in a blur. The drummer washes his dirty plate, the other three continue their eating and footsteps stop before Jae’s door. Yet it is the sudden shout that stirs all of them into action.

“Jae’s not here,” declares Dowoon.

While bewildered, the members attempt to discover where the oldest one had gone. Certainly he had been in the apartment during the night. Where is he now?

“Miso, have you seen Jae?” asks Wonpil.

Making a small bark, the sesame Shiba Inu will:

1. Search the room once more
2. Attempt to indicate the rooftop