His life was miserable. His parents hated him. To the extend where they would even hit him. His friends either completely bailed on him or didn't care enough to see what he was actually going through. So, he finally decided to take action. Packing his bags and leaving this place behind.

 

Jongdae, finally agreeing to accompany his friend in walking his dogs, was first to see him. Laying on the street. Unconscious. In a small puddle of blood. On their way to the hospital he couldn't help but wonder who the injured boy was, what had happened to him, why he was out there alone and why he was out there, alone, at MIDNIGHT.

 

He woke up in an unknown bed. Surrounded by unknown white walls. Next to him, an unknown boy, looking at him with unknown eyes. In his mind, and unknown past. Everything is unknown.

Will he ever know? Will his strange companion help him to remember? Or will he help him forget even more?

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''Hey..''
''.....''
''H-how...how are you doing?''
''....''
''S-so...where are you from? O-or could you at least tell me your name?''
''......I don't know.''
''You don't know?''
''I don't remember.''
''Oh..''
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